The Body's A Mirror Of Heaven: Its

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same.

For Without You, I Swear, The Town Has Become Like A Prison To Me. Distraction And The Mountain And The Desert, All I Desire.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

Submit To Love Without Thinking, As The Sun Rose This Morning Recklessly Extinguishing Our Star-candle Minds.

Stop Looking For Something Out There And Begin Seeing Within.