In This Life Many Demolitions Are Actually

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.

In Your Light I Learn How To Love.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

We've Given Up Making A Living, Its All This Crazy Love Poetry Now!