The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute,

The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

When You Are Everywhere, You Are Nowhere. When You Are Somewhere, You Are Everywhere.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

Your Happy Songs Bring To Me The Scent Of Heaven. Please Keep Singing!