Gamble Everything For Love, If You're A

The Drum Of The Realization Of The Promise Is Beating, We Are Sweeping The Road To The Sky. Your Joy Is Here Today, What Remains For Tomorrow?

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

For Me To Praise Is Interrupting Praise.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted

Don't Be Satisfied With Stories, How Things Have Gone With Others. Unfold Your Own Myth.