You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

Lovely Days Don’t Come To You, You Should Walk To Them.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.

Love Is Fearless In The Midst Of The Sea Of Fear.

Fasting Blinds The Body In Order To Open The Eyes Of Your Soul.