Listen With Ears Of Tolerance! See Through

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

We All Face Death In The End. But On The Way, Be Careful Never To Hurt A Human Heart!

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

Nothing Is Meaningful Except Surrendering To Love. Do It.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.