My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully

Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is Going To Set. During These Brief Days That You Have Strength, Be Quick And Spare No Effort Of Your Wings

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

Stay In The Spiritual Fire. Let It Cook You.

Your Heart Knows The Way. Run In That Direction.

Sell Your Presence And Purchase Bewilderment.