He Is A Letter To Everyone. You

Submit To A Daily Practice. Your Loyalty To That Is A Ring At The Door. Keep Knocking, And The Joy Inside Will Eventually Open A Window And Look Out To See Who's There.

In The Blackest Of Your Moments, Wait With No Fear.

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

Know That The Outward Form Passes Away, But The World Of Reality Remains Forever. How Long Will You Play At Loving The Shape Of The Jug? Leave The Jug; Go, Seek The Water!