For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, You have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

Protect yourself......from your own thoughts.

The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.