We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward

I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing In My Soul. Let It Dissolve In Your Ocean.

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

By God, When You See Your Beauty You Will Be The Idol Of Yourself.

I Was There In The Beginning And I Was The Spirit Of Love.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.