This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm

I Am Amazed At The Seeker Of Purity When Time For Polishing Comes Complaints Of Harsh Treatment Love Is A Lawsuit Without Evidence, You Will Not Win My Son, When One Beats The Rug The Beating Is Not Intended Against The Rug But Against The Dust Inside The Rug My Son, That Harsh Treatment Is Not Intended Against You But Against The Ill Qualities Inside You

Break Your Pitcher Against A Rock. We Don't Need Any Longer To Haul Pieces Of The Ocean Around.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

There Are Thousands Of Wines That Can Take Over Our Minds. Don't Think All Ecstasies Are The Same!