Carry Your Baggage Towards Silence , When

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.

I Profess The Religion Of Love, Love Is My Religion And My Faith. My Mother Is Love My Father Is Love My Prophet Is Love My God Is Love I Am A Child Of Love I Have Come Only To Speak Of Love.

No Prayer Is Complete Without Presence.

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle Me. Each Drop Of My Blood Cries Out To The Earth. We Are Partners, Blended As One.