I Am Weary Of Personal

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire. Your Essence Is Gold Hidden In Dust. To Reveal Its Splendor You Need To Burn In The Fire Of Love.

At The End Of My Life, With Just One Breath Left, If You Come, I’ll Sit Up And Sing.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

The Body Itself Is To Reveal The Light That's Blazing Inside Your Presence.