Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.

Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And Let Joy Have More Space.

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?

Disharmony Prevails When You Confuse Lust With Love, While The Distance Between The Two Is Endless!

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.