‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.

What You Are Seeking Is Also Seeking You.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

Oh Soul, You Worry Too Much. You Have Seen Your Own Strength. You Have Seen Your Own Beauty. You Have Seen Your Golden Wings. Of Anything Less, Why Do You Worry? You Are In Truth The Soul, Of The Soul, Of The Soul.