All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

There Is Only One Search: Wandering... No Dogma And No Heresy.

Sell Your Presence And Purchase Bewilderment.

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.