I Can Heal A Broken Heart With

Deep In Our Hearts, The Light Of Heaven Is Shining.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

Anyone Who Genuinely And Consistently With Both Hands Look For Something, Will Find It.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.