Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

Infinite Mercy Flows Continually But You're Asleep And Can't See It.

Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.

Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn. Do That Yourself, And A Spring Will Rise In The Dark With Water Your Deepest Thirst Is For.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window