“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,They slither wildly as they slip away across the universePools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,Possessing and caressing me.Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,They call me on and on across the universe,Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter boxThey tumble blindly as they make their wayAcross the universeSounds of laughter shades of love areRinging through my open ears inciting and inviting meLimitless undying love which shines around me like a Million suns, and calls me on and onAcross the universe”

“Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.”

“Words are flying out likeendless rain into a paper cupThey slither while they passThey slip away across the universePools of sorrow waves of joyare drifting thorough my open mindPossessing and caressing meJai guru deva omNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldImages of broken light whichdance before me like a million eyesThat call me on and on across the universeThoughts meander like arestless wind inside a letter boxthey tumble blindly asthey make their way across the universeJai guru deva omNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldSounds of laughter shades of lifeare ringing through my open earsexciting and inviting meLimitless undying love whichshines around me like a million sunsIt calls me on and on across the universeJai guru deva omNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldJai guru devaJai guru deva”

“Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind possessing and caressing m”

“Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind, possessing and caressing me.”

“People like me are aware of their so-called genius at ten, eight, nine. . . . I always wondered, ``Why has nobody discovered me?'' In school, didn't they see that I'm cleverer than anybody in this school? That the teachers are stupid, too? That all they had was information that I didn't need? I got fuckin' lost in being at high school. I used to say to me auntie ``You throw my fuckin' poetry out, and you'll regret it when I'm famous, '' and she threw the bastard stuff out. I never forgave her for not treating me like a fuckin' genius or whatever I was, when I was a child. It was obvious to me. Why didn't they put me in art school? Why didn't they train me? Why would they keep forcing me to be a fuckin' cowboy like the rest of them? I was different I was always different. Why didn't anybody notice me? A couple of teachers would notice me, encourage me to be something or other, to draw or to paint - express myself. But most of the time they were trying to beat me into being a fuckin' dentist or a teacher”

“We all shine on...like the moon and the stars and the sun...we all shine on...come on and on and on...”