“On The Edge Of Dreaming When The Brain Lets Go, When It Stops Its Scheming, Our Blood Runs Slow… Then The Heart Speaks Clearly Of The Things It Knows, Things It Brought So Dearly At The Evening’s Glow… And A Misty Sunset Fills The West With Yellow,
“To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear
