The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul,

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It. It Will Turn To Gold. Resurrection Will Be Now. Every Moment, A New Beauty.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.