The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul,

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.

If I Can Only Recount The Story Of My Life Right Out Of My Body Flames Will Grow

The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused Your Head To Ache.

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

When Your Love Contracts In Anger, The Atmosphere Itself Feels Threatening. But When You’re Expansive, No Matter What The Weather, You’re In An Open, Windy Field With Friends.