The Lovers Of God Have No Religion

Come On Sweetheart Let's Adore One Another Before There Is No More Of You And Me

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.

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?

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.

Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.