I Am Not This Hair, I Am

Be Certain That In The Religion Of Love There Are No Believers And Unbelievers. Love Embraces All.

Peace Is Wonderful, But / Ecstatic Dance Is More Fun / And Less Narcissistic

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.