Because I Cannot Sleep I Make Music

You Are The Soul And The Medicine For What Wounds The Soul.

The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.

If You Put Your Soul Against The Oar With Me, The Power That Made The Universe Will Enter Your Sinew From A Source Not Outside Of Your Limbs, But From A Holy Realm That Lives Within Us.

If You Yearn For Holy Felicity, Shed Your Arrogance And Become A Seeker Of Hearts.