My Religion Is, To Live Through Love.

We Must Die To Become True Human Beings.

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

...blessed Is Anyone Who Knows Who He Or She Really Is And Builds A Place To Live There.

In The House Of Lovers, The Music Never Stops, The Walls Are Made Of Songs & The Floor Dances

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .