What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.

Leave That Which Is Not, But Appears To Be. Seek That Which Is, But Is Not Apparent.

Nothing Can Help Me But That Beauty. There Was A Dawn I Remember When My Soul Heard Something From Your Soul. I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

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