If You Become A Helper Of Hearts,

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

Go To The Well Of Deep Love Inside Each Of Us.

The Love Religion Is All That Is Written Here.

Let The Beloved Be A Hat Pulled Down Firmly On My Head.

You Are The Truth From Foot To Brow. Now, What Else Would You Like To Know?