Everything Is Soul And Flowering.

A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice You Can Barely See.

The Real Beloved Is That One Who Is Unique, Who Is Your Beginning And Your End.

Today I'm Out Wandering, Turning My Skull Into A Cup For Others To Drink Wine From. In This Town Somewhere There Sits A Calm, Intelligent Man, Who Doesn't Know What He's About To Do!

Try Something Different. Surrender.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.