Come To The Root Of The Root

Come To The Root Of The Root Of Your Self

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

Disharmony Prevails When You Confuse Lust With Love, While The Distance Between The Two Is Endless!

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits, Except In Your Mind.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.