Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

There Is A King Who Is Aware Of Every Mask You Put On

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

I Was A Thorn Rushing To Be With A Rose, Vinegar Blending With Honey… Then I Found Some Dirt To Make An Ointment That Would Honor My Soul… Love Says, “you Are Right, But Don’t Claim These Changes. Remember, I Am Wind. You Are An Ember I Ignite.

Sit, Be Still, And Listen, Because You're Drunk And We're At The Edge Of The Roof.