And He Misses Her Like

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River.

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

If You Wish For Light, Be Ready To Receive Light.

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.

With Passion Pray. With Passion Make Love. With Passion Eat And Drink And Dance And Play. Why Look Like A Dead Fish In This Ocean Of God?