I Know You're Tired But Come, This

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

Reality Is Blocked By Form And Image.

...blessed Is Anyone Who Knows Who He Or She Really Is And Builds A Place To Live There.

Your Spirit Is Mingled With Mine What Touches You, Touches Me.

Love Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End. Imagine, A Suspended Ocean, Riding On A Cushion Of Ancient Secrets.