Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots,

I Will Be Waiting Here.... For Your Silence To Break, For Your Soul To Shake, For Your Love To Wake!

You Had Better Run From Me. My Words Are Fire.

Outside Ideas Of Right Doing And Wrong Doing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There.

The Soul Lives There In The Silent Breath.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute