Thinking So Hard On Her Soft Eyes

In Love We Are All Brothers And Sisters

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.

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

Somebody Asked Me What I Wanted To Do. I Just Said I Wanted To…just To Give Back To It What It’s Given Me. And To Meet All The Other People That Are Doing It…just To Be In The World, Really.

I Have No Advice For Anybody; Except To, You Know, Be Awake Enough To See Where You Are At Any Given Time, And How That Is Beautiful, And Has Poetry Inside. Even Places You Hate.