When We Give Way To Joy, We

There Seems To Be No Unexpressed Self In Animals, As If They Are As Fully Themselves In Flesh As Possible, With No Lag Of Consciousness To Fill Up, While We Keep Trying To Grow Into Something Else.

You Are Never Bereft Of Your Inner Guidance.

Today Is Tomorrow, And Present Is Past. Nothing Exists And Everything Will Last. There Is No Beginning, There Was No End. No Depth To Fall, No Height To Ascend. There Is Only This Moment, This Flicker Of Light That Illuminates Nothing, But Oh! So Bright! For We Are The Spark That Flutters In Space, Consuming An Eternity Of A Moment’s Grace. For Today Is Tomorrow And Present And Past. Nothing Exists And Everything Will Last.

Hate Is Love Looking For Itself Everyplace But Where Love Is.

If Toes Had Eyes, Then I Could See How My Feet Know Where To Go, But Toes Are Blind. And How Is It That My Tongue Speaks Words It Cannot Hear? Because For All Its Eloquence, The Tongue Itself Is Deaf, And Flaps In Soundlessness.