Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depth Of The Stars.

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?