Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

No One Looks Back And Regrets Leaving This World. What's Regretted Is How Real We Thought It Was.

The Interpretation That Makes You Ardent And Hopeful And Active And Reverent Is The True One.

...one Cannot Lodge In If.