Your Body Is Woven From The Light

If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.

The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused Your Head To Ache.

Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher Brimming With Wisdom And Beauty.

I Belong To No Religion. My Religion Is Love. Every Heart Is My Temple.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?