Keep Your Intelligence White Hot And Your

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

I Sail With You On The Ocean Of My Dreams To A Far Away Distant Place Of Great Beauty And Tranquility. Where Suffering And Pain Do Not Exist, Where We Give Praises For Our Joy And Happiness, Where Our Love Interwines With Love For All Things.

Silence Gives Answers.

Keep Your Intelligence White Hot And Your Grief Glistening“ So Your Life Will Stay Fresh.

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.