That Moon Which The Sky Never Saw

A Mountain Keeps An Echo Deep Inside Itself. That's How I Hold Your Voice.

We Are The Sun With All The Different Kinds Of Light.

Let Soul Speak With The Silent Articulation Of A Face.

You've Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under, And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper!

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.