As You Live Deeper In The Heart,

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise.

Know Then That The Body Is Merely A Garment. Go Seek The Wearer, Not The Cloak.