I Am Not From East Or West

A Strange Passion Is Moving In My Head My Heart Has Become A Bird Which Searches In The Sky. Every Part Of Me Goes In Different Directions. Is It Really So That The One I Love Is Everywhere?

Don't Look To Anyone For Your Needs, For The One Who Created You, Waters You.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.

Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held.

Roar, Lion Of The Heart, And Tear Me Open!