Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking. Live

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises

Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink The Holy Wine Of Happiness.

There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean Behind It.

The Way To Heaven Is Within. Shake The Wings Of Love-when Love's Wings Have Become Strong, There Is No Need To Trouble About A Ladder.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.