The Feelings Trembled And Flapped In His

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

Let Lovers Be Crazy, Disgraceful And Wild Those Who Fret About Such Things Aren’t In Love.

All Religions, All This Singing, One Song. The Differences Are Just Illusion And Vanity. The Sun’s Light Looks A Little Different On This Wall Than It Does On That Wall, And A Lot Different On This Other One, But It’s Still One Light.

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of What You Really Love. In The Depths There Is A Spring With All The Water Your Heart Is Thirsty For.