The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open.

Where Lowland Is, That's Where Water Goes. All Medicine Wants Is Pain To Cure.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

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

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

Love Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End. Imagine, A Suspended Ocean, Riding On A Cushion Of Ancient Secrets.