The Agony Of Lovers Burns

Everyone Is Overridden By Thoughts; That's Why They Have So Much Heartache And Sorrow.

On The Way There Is No Harder Pass Than This: Fortunate Is He Who Does Not Carry Envy As A Companion.

There Is A Life-force Within Your Soul, Seek That Life.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

And Don't Think The Garden Loses Its Ecstasy In Winter. It's Quiet, But The Roots Are Down There Riotous.