Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And

The Body Is A Device To Calculate The Astronomy Of The Spirit. Look Through That Astrolabe And Become Oceanic.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire. Your Essence Is Gold Hidden In Dust. To Reveal Its Splendor You Need To Burn In The Fire Of Love.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

Love Rests On No Foundation. It Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End.