You Must Ask For What You Really

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

The Miracle Of Jesus Is Himself, Not What He Said Or Did.

You Sit Here For Days Saying, This Is A Strange Business. You're The Strange Business. You Have The Energy Of The Sun In You, But You Keep Knotting It Up At The Base Of Your Spine.

There Is Little One Can Say About Love. It Has To Be Lived, And It's Always In Motion.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.