If You Become A Helper Of Hearts,

There Are Thousands Of Wines That Can Take Over Our Minds. Don't Think All Ecstasies Are The Same!

Live At The Empty Heart Of Paradox. I'll Dance With You There, Cheek To Cheek.

If You Could Leave Your Selfishness, You Would See How You've Been Torturing Your Soul.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise Is To Find Escape From The Flame Of Separateness.