Live At The Empty Heart Of Paradox.

Intelligence Is The Shadow Of Objective Truth. How Can The Shadow Vie With Sunshine?

Don't Put Blankets Over The Drum! Open Completely. Let Your Spirit Ear Listen To The Green Dome's Passionate Murmur.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My Own Heart. How Much More Union Can There Be.

Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held.