From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's

Love Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End. Imagine, A Suspended Ocean, Riding On A Cushion Of Ancient Secrets.

Let Your Throat-song Be Clear And Strong Enough To Make An Emperor Fall Full-length Suppliant, At The Door.

True Beauty Is A Ray That Springs From The Sacred Depths Of The Soul.

I Have No Companion But Love, No Beginning, No End, No Dawn. The Soul Calls From Within Me: 'you, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.'

Any One In Love Will Have No Religion.