Were There No Men Of Vision, All

One Drop Of That Ocean Is Hope, And The Rest Is Fear.

Come To The Root Of The Root Of Your Self

Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

Try Another Way Of Looking. Try You Looking And The Whole Universe Seeing.