Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

Inside Any Deep Asking Is The Answering.

I Belong To No Religion. My Religion Is Love. Every Heart Is My Temple.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

No One In The Entire World Is As Precious As You Are.