The Earth Turns To Gold, In The

No Prayer Is Complete Without Presence.

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

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.

Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I Chose Love.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.