The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

There Are Many Ways To The Divine. I Have Chosen The Ways Of Song, Dance, And Laughter.

Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without Regret, And In Exchange Gain The Ocean.

Beauty Surrounds Us.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted