All That You Think Is Rain Is

Everything Is Emptiness. Everything Else, Accidental. Emptiness Brings Peace To Your Loving. Everything Else, Disease. In This World Of Trickery, Emptiness Is What Your Soul Wants.

I Want That Love That Moved The Mountains. I Want That Love That Split The Ocean. I Want That Love That Made The Winds Tremble. I Want That Love That Roared Like Thunder. I Want That Love That Will Raise The Dead. I Want That Love That Lifts Us To Ecstasy. I Want That Love That Is The Silence Of Eternity.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

I’ve Been Looking For A Long, Long Time, For This Thing Called Love, I’ve Ridden Comets Across The Sky, And I’ve Looked Below And Above. Then One Day I Looked Inside Myself, And This Is What I Found, A Golden Sun Residing There, Beaming Forth God’s Light And Sound.

Why Struggle To Open A Door Between Us When The Whole Wall Is An Illusion?