Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is

What? Are You Still Pretending You Are Separate From The Beloved?

If In The Darkness Of Ignorance, You Don’t Recognize A Person’s True Nature, Look To See Whom He Has Chosen For His Leader.

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

This Discipline And Rough Treatment Are A Furnace To Extract The Silver From The Dross. This Testing Purifies The Gold By Boiling The Scum Away.

The World Is A Playground, And Death Is The Night.