Be Kind And Honest, And Harmful Poisons

You Are The Soul And The Medicine For What Wounds The Soul.

The Water Has A Water That Is Driving It; The Spirit Has A Spirit That Is Calling It.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.

Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our Stony Hearts And Let Them Light Our Path To Love.