That Moon Which The Sky

Wisdom Tells Us We Are Not Worthy; Love Tells Us We Are. My Life Flows Between The Two.

What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting In Hell At The Bottom Of The Dark, We're Afraid Of Our Own Immortality.

To Become Spiritual, You Must Die To Self, And Come Alive In The Lord. Only Then Will The Mysteries Of God Fall From Your Lips. To Die To Self Through Self-discipline Causes Suffering But Brings You Everlasting Life.

What Will Our Children Do In The Morning If They Do Not See Us Fly?

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Spring Water Or Take In The Sunset Like Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep On. This Love Is Beyond The Study Of Theology, That Old Trickery And Hypocrisy. If You Want To Improve Your Mind That Way, Sleep On. I've Given Up On My Brain. I've Torn The Cloth To Shreds And Thrown It Away. If You're Not Completely Naked, Wrap Your Beautiful Robe Of Words Around You, And Sleep On