I Didn't Come Here Of My Own

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

If You Only Say One Prayer In A Day Make It Thank You.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches For What's Not There To Practice His Craft.