Whoever Has Heart's Doors Wide Open, Could

He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

If You Could Leave Your Selfishness, You Would See How You've Been Torturing Your Soul.

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

Love Risks Everything And Asks For Nothing.