Bathe In The Splendor Of Your Own

Keep On Knocking 'til The Joy Inside Opens A Window Look To See Who's There

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

There's No Need To Travel Anywhere. Journey Within Yourself.

When You Feel A Peaceful Joy, That's When You Are Near Truth.