Everything Has To Do With

I Become A Waterwheel, Turning And Tasting You, As Long As Water Moves.

When Someone Critises Or Disagrees With You, A Small Ant Of Hatred And Antagonism Is Born In Your Heart. If You Do Not Squash That Ant At Once, It Might Grow Into A Snake, Or Even A Dragon.

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

Let A Thousand Wrangling Desires Become One Love.

We Came Whirling Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust... The Stars Made A Circle, And In The Middle, We Dance.