O Tongue You Are An Endless Treasure.

Love Will Lay A Carpet Of Treasures Under Your Feet.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

Bring The Sky Beneath Your Feet And Listen To Celestial Music Everywhere.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit. Join It, And Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise. Drink All Your Passion, And Be A Disgrace. Close Both Eyes To See With The Other Eye.