All That You Think Is Rain Is

If Someone Asks, But What Is Love? Answer, Dissolving The Will.

You Could String A Hundred Endless Days Together, My Soul Would Find No Comfort From This Pain. You Laugh At My Tale? You May Be Educated But You Haven’t Learned To Love Till You’re Insane

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

You Have No Need To Travel Anywhere - Journey Within Yourself. Enter A Mine Of Rubies And Bathe In The Splendor Of Your Own Light.

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence