You Believe God Is Not There, But

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

All Your Anxiety Is Because Of Your Desire For Harmony. Seek Disharmony, Then You Will Gain Peace.

When The World Pushes You To Your Knees, You're In The Perfect Position To Pray.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.