To Love Life Through Our Labor Is

Love... It Surrounds Every Being And Extends Slowly To Embrace All That Shall Be.

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing. And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb. And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

All Our Words Are But Crumbs That Fall Down From The Feast Of The Mind.

Poetry Is Not The Opinion Stated. It Is A Song That Appears Instead Of A Bloody Wound Or A Smiling Mouth.

And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.