Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe!

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.

Return From Existence To Nonexistence. You Are Seeking The Lord And You Belong To Him. Nonexistence Is A Place Of Income; Flee It Not. This Existence Of More And Less Is A Place Of Expenditure.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

You Lack A Foot To Travel? Then Journey Into Yourself - That Leads To Transformation Of Dust Into Pure Gold.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.