Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River.

Were There No Men Of Vision, All Who Are Blind Would Be Dead.

Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn. Do That Yourself, And A Spring Will Rise In The Dark With Water Your Deepest Thirst Is For.

The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To Find A Home Somewhere That Is Not A Where.