I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.

And Don't Think The Garden Loses Its Ecstasy In Winter. It's Quiet, But The Roots Are Down There Riotous.

No Prayer Is Complete Without Presence.