Let The Beauty Of What You Love

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.

Beyond Ideas, There's A Field. Will You Meet Me There?

Do Good To The People For The Sake Of God Or For The Peace Of Your Own Soul That You May Always See What Is Pure And Save Your Heart From The Darkness Of Hate

If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See The Things Worth Seeing.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.