The Quieter We Become, The More We

Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of The Candle

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Spring Water Or Take In The Sunset Like Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep On. This Love Is Beyond The Study Of Theology, That Old Trickery And Hypocrisy. If You Want To Improve Your Mind That Way, Sleep On. I've Given Up On My Brain. I've Torn The Cloth To Shreds And Thrown It Away. If You're Not Completely Naked, Wrap Your Beautiful Robe Of Words Around You, And Sleep On

Look At Love With The Eyes Of Your Heart.

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

Until The Juice Ferments A While In The Cask, It Isn't Wine. If You Wish Your Heart To Be Bright, You Must Do A Little Work.