There is a place so pure and true beyond your deep and restless thoughts youll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter completely lost in time... Its made of love of magic dreams where you can be yourself and free... Where roses of white and scarlet bloom...tranquility waves kissing shore... A place youll never want to leave a place for dreamers to believe... So spread the wings and let your soul fly up high and reach your castle in the sky...

Its stranger than every strangenessAnd the dreams of all the poetsAnd the thoughts of all the philosophersThat things are really what they seem to beAnd theres nothing to understand.

I think about this not like someone thinking but like someone breathingAnd I look at flowers and I smile...I dont know if they understand meOr if I understand themBut I know the truth is in them and in meAnd in our common divinityOf letting ourselves go and live on the EarthAnd carrying us in our arms through the contented SeasonsAnd letting the wind sing us to sleepAnd not have dreams in our sleep.