The Quieter We Become, The More We

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.

We've Given Up Making A Living, Its All This Crazy Love Poetry Now!

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.

Ignorance Is God's Prison. Knowing Is God's Palace

When The Goodwill Of Hearts Is With You, Fountains Of Wisdom Will Begin To Flow From Within Your Own Being.