The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open.

There Is Nothing Outside Of Yourself, Look Within. Everything You Want Is There. You Are That.

All Is Known In The Sacredness Of Silence.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You