Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise

Journeys Bring Power And Love Back Into You. If You Can't Go Somewhere, Move In The Passageways Of The Self. They Are Like Shafts Of Light, Always Changing, And You Change When You Explore Them.

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.

Free Of Who I Was, Free Of Presence, Free Of Dangerous Fear, Hope, Free Of Mountainous Wanting.

When You Do Things From Your Soul, You Feel A River Moving In You, A Joy.

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.