The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.