I Resent The Fact That A Parental

The Music Can Tell People Everything They Need To Know About Being Human Beings. It's Not My Information, It's Not Mine. I Didn't Make It. I Just Discovered It.

Time To Write And Sing, To Laugh, To Listen, To Discover, To Cry, To Love Music.

There Is No Good Singing, There Is Only Present And Absent.

Love Heals All Wounds And Not Just Time Alone.

Your Soul Can Fly Outward, Stringed To Your Ribcage Like A Shimmering Kite In The Shape Of An Open Hand. Be Still And Listen To The Evidence Of Your Own Holiness.