Lightning, Your Presence From Ground To Sky,

The Source Of Now Is Here.

Hall Of Love Has Ten Thousand Swords. Don't Be Afraid To Use One.

I Am Neither Of The East Nor Of The West, No Boundaries Exist Within My Breast.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

I Want To Sing Like The Birds Sing, Not Worrying About Who Hears Or What They Think.