You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle

O Tongue You Are An Endless Treasure. O Tongue, You Are Also An Endless Disease.

Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones Within Your Spirit; Don't Give Your Heart To Anything, But The Love Of Those Whose Hearts Are Glad.

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.