Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.

No One In The Entire World Is As Precious As You Are.

The Universe And The Light Of The Stars Come Through Me.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?