People Who Repress Desires Often Turn, Suddenly,

Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our Stony Hearts And Let Them Light Our Path To Love.

There Is Someone Who Looks After Us From Behind The Curtain. In Truth We Are Not Here, This Is Our Shadow.

For The Water Animals, The Ocean Is Like A Garden; For The Land Animals, It Is Death And Pain.

I Want To Sing Like The Birds Sing, Not Worrying About Who Hears Or What They Think.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.