Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

I Searched For God And Found Only Myself. I Searched For Myself And Found Only God.

Be Relentless In Your Looking, Because You Are The One You Seek.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

Keep Your Intelligence White Hot And Your Grief Glistening“ So Your Life Will Stay Fresh.