If You Look Too Closely At The

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

This World's Existence Is One Night Long. There's A Great Lively Gathering That Night, But Some People Sleep Through It.

I Lost Everything I Have, Found Myself.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.