Love Is Such A Vast Sea, It

I Died As A Mineral And Became A Plant, I Died As A Plant And Rose To Animal, I Died As An Animal And I Was Man. Why Should I Fear? When Was I Less By Dying?

Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really Value And Let The Thief Take Something Else.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.

My Soul Is My Guide, For My Soul Is Of That Abode. I Will Not Speak Of The Earthly. I Am Of The Unknown

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