To Praise Is To Praise How One

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

I Opened My Arms To Love And Love Embraced Me Like A Lover

Fall In Love In Such A Way That It Frees You From Any Connecting.

I Can Sense Your Presence In My Heart Although You Belong To All The World.

Open Your Eyes, For This World Is Only A Dream.