‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing

Free Of Who I Was, Free Of Presence, Free Of Dangerous Fear, Hope, Free Of Mountainous Wanting.

Awake Asleep Ought To Be With Us - So He May See Dreams In Wakefulness.

What The Sayer Of Praise Is Really Praising Is Himself, By Saying Implicitly, My Eyes Are Clear." Likewise, Someone Who Criticizes Is Criticizing Himself, Saying Implicitly, "i Can't See Very Well With My Eyes So Inflamed.

When Love First Tasted The Lips Of Being Human, It Started Singing.

A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For What He Does. A Lover Wants Only To Be In Love's Presence, That Ocean Whose Depth Will Never Be Known.