What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without

Dance Until You Shatter Yourself.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.

Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do. There Are Hundreds Of Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground.

A Man Or A Woman Is Said To Be Absorbed When The Water Has Total Control Of Him, And He No Control Of The Water. A Swimmer Moves Around Willfully. An Absorbed Being Has No Will But The Water's Going. Any Word Or Act Is Not Really Personal, But The Way The Water Has Of Speaking Or Doing. As When You Hear A Voice Coming Out Of A Wall, And You Know That It's Not The Wall Talking, But Someone Inside, Or Perhaps Someone Outside Echoing Off The Wall. Saints Are Like That. They've Achieved The Condition Of A Wall, Or A Door.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.