Don't Regret What's Happened. If It's In

Everyone Turns Toward Someone. Look For One Scarred By The King's Polo Stick.

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

Last Night I Learned How To Be A Lover Of God. To Live In This World And Call Nothing My Own.

You Are The Soul And The Medicine For What Wounds The Soul.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.