You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

Because I Cannot Sleep I Make Music At Night.

My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

Both Light And Shadow Are The Dance Of Love.