Idle Man, Chases After Fairy Tales.

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For What He Does. A Lover Wants Only To Be In Love's Presence, That Ocean Whose Depth Will Never Be Known.

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.

Ways Of Worshipping Are Not To Be Ranked As Better Or Worse Than One Another . . . It's All Praise, And It's All Right.

Clean Out Your Ears, Don't Listen For What You Already Know.