If I Hold You With My Emotions,

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

Set Your Life On Fire. Seek Those Who Fan Your Flames

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.

They Say There Is A Doorway From Heart To Heart, But What Is The Use Of A Door When There Are No Walls?