No More Words. In The Name Of

That's How You Came Here, Like A Star Without A Name. Move Across The Night Sky With Those Anonymous Lights.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

There Is A Candle In Your Heart, Ready To Be Kindled.

Goodbyes Are Only For Those Who Love With Their Eyes. Because For Those Who Love With Heart And Soul There Is No Such Thing As Separation.

I Want To Sing Like The Birds Sing, Not Worrying About Who Hears Or What They Think.