I Looked In Temples Churches

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

All Religions, All This Singing, One Song. The Differences Are Just Illusion And Vanity. The Sun’s Light Looks A Little Different On This Wall Than It Does On That Wall, And A Lot Different On This Other One, But It’s Still One Light.

Open Your Eyes, For This World Is Only A Dream.

Escape From The Black Cloud That Surrounds You. Then You Will See Your Own Light As Radiant As The Full Moon.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.