Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

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

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.

Submit To A Daily Practice. Your Loyalty To That Is A Ring At The Door. Keep Knocking, And The Joy Inside Will Eventually Open A Window And Look Out To See Who's There.