What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting

I Know You're Tired But Come, This Is The Way.

Sit With Lovers And Choose Their State. Do Not Stay Long With Those Who Are Not Living In The Heart.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

Love Is A River. Drink From It.