Keep On Knocking 'til The Joy Inside

There Are No Edges To My Loving Now.

Before Death Takes Away What You Are Given, Give Away What There Is To Give.

I Want To Sing Like The Birds Sing, Not Worrying About Who Hears Or What They Think.

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

It Is Love And The Lover That Live Eternally - Don't Lend Your Heart To Anything Else; All Else Is Borrowed.