You, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love,

When Someone Is Counting Out Gold For You, Don't Look At Your Hands, Or The Gold. Look At The Giver.

The Soul Has Been Given Its Own Ears To Hear Things Mind Does Not Understand.

Love Is Fearless In The Midst Of The Sea Of Fear.

What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting In Hell At The Bottom Of The Dark, We're Afraid Of Our Own Immortality.

If Only You Knew What Bliss I Find In Being Nothing.