Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

Knock, And He'll Open The Door Vanish, And He'll Make You Shine Like The Sun Fall, And He'll Raise You To The Heavens Become Nothing, And He'll Turn You Into Everything.

You Dance Inside My Chest, Where No One Sees You.

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

The Whole Universe Is Contained Within A Single Human Being - You.