The Very Center Of Your Heart Is

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

Rub Your Eyes, And Look Again At Love, With Love.

Even Though You're Not Equipped, Keep Searching: Equipment Isn't Necessary On The Way To The Lord.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.