What A Piece Of Bread Looks Like

Last Night I Begged The Wise One To Tell Me The Secret Of The World. Gently, Gently, He Whispered, "be Quiet, The Secret Cannot Be Spoken, It Is Wrapped In Silence."

In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are The Same, You Appear In Me, I In You.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape. Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Color. Do It Now.

‎dancing Is Not Just Getting Up Painlessly, Like A Leaf Blown On The Wind; Dancing Is When You Tear Your Heart Out And Rise Out Of Your Body To Hang Suspended Between The Worlds.

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.