Lose Your Soul In God's Love... I

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

There Are No Edges To My Loving Now.

If You Desire Healing, Let Yourself Fall Ill Let Yourself Fall Ill.

Find The Sweetness In Your Own Heart, Then You May Find The Sweetness In Every Heart.

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.