The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell.

You Are The Soul Of The Soul Of The Universe, And Your Name Is Love.

A Thief Loves The Night. I Am Day. I Reveal Essences.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

Come Into My Eyes, And Look At Me Through Them, For I Have Chosen A Home Far Beyond What Eyes Can See.

Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep.