Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns

Why Struggle To Open A Door Between Us When The Whole Wall Is An Illusion?

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

When The World Pushes You To Your Knees, You're In The Perfect Position To Pray.

It Is Certain That An Atom Of Goodness On The Path Of Faith Is Never Lost.