To Praise The Sun Is To Praise

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.

We've Given Up Making A Living, Its All This Crazy Love Poetry Now!

Come, Come, Whoever You Are. Wanderer, Worshiper, Lover Of Leaving. It Doesn't Matter. Ours Is Not A Caravan Of Despair. Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vows A Thousand Times. Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really Value And Let The Thief Take Something Else.

I Am Yours. Don't Give Myself Back To Me.