To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers,

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

Fish Love The Ocean. Snakes Move Like Earth-fish Inside A Mountain,well Away From Seawater. Certain Sunfish,though,turn Snakes Into Ocean Lovers.

From The Urgent Way Lovers Want Each Other To The Seeker's Search For Truth, All Moving Is From The Mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

I Want To See You. Know Your Voice. Recognize You When You First Come 'round The Corner. Sense Your Scent When I Come Into A Room You've Just Left. Know The Lift Of Your Heel, The Glide Of Your Foot. Become Familiar With The Way You Purse Your Lips Then Let Them Part, Just The Slightest Bit, When I Lean In To Your Space And Kiss You. I Want To Know The Joy Of How You Whisper "more

If You Knew The Secret Of Life, You Too Would Choose No Other Companion But Love.