I Should Be Suspicious Of

But Learn This Custom From The Flower: Silence Your Tongue.

You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood Come Merge With Me Leave This World Of Ignorance

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

Ignorance Is God's Prison. Knowing Is God's Palace

Where Lowland Is, That's Where Water Goes. All Medicine Wants Is Pain To Cure.