Listen To The Unstruck Sounds, And What

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

If You Follow The Ways In Which You Were Trained, Which You May Have Inherited, For No Other Reason Than This, You Are Illogical.

There Is None Dwelling In The House But God. When A Man Is Awakened He Melts And Perishes.

We Gather At Night To Celebrate Being Human. Sometimes We Call Out Low To The Tambourine. Fish Drink The Sea, But The Sea Does Not Get Smaller! We Eat The Clouds And Evening Light. We Are Slaves Tasting The Royal Wine.