The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

Your Thoughts Are A Veil On The Face Of The Moon. That Moon Is Your Heart, And Those Thoughts Cover Your Heart. So Let Them Go, Just Let Them Fall Into The Water.

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

Anyone Who Knows Me, Should Learn To Know Me Again; For I Am Like The Moon, You Will See Me With New Face Everyday.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water. Milk Drinkers Draw Close To The Mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Shamans, Everyone Hears The Intelligent Sound And Moves With Thirst To Meet It.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.