The Garden Of The World Has No

Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

Find The Sweetness In Your Own Heart, Then You May Find The Sweetness In Every Heart.

I Said: What About My Eyes? God Said: Keep Them On The Road. I Said: What About My Passion? God Said: Keep It Burning. I Said: What About My Heart? God Said: Tell Me What You Hold Inside It? I Said: Pain And Sorrow? He Said: Stay With It. The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

If All The Harps In The World Were Burned Down, Still Inside The Heart There Will Be Hidden Music Playing.

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