And Patience Flees My Heart, And Reason

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.

Only From The Heart Can You Touch The Sky.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

Every Need Brings In What's Needed. Pain Bears Its Cure Like A Child.

In Real Existence There Is Only Unity.