Greed Makes Man Blind And Foolish, And

Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not From Those Other Jars.

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!

Let's Get Away From All The Clever Humans Who Put Words In Our Mouth Let's Only Say What Our Hearts Desire.

If You Become A Helper Of Hearts, Springs Of Wisdom Will Flow From Your Heart.

Idle Man, Chases After Fairy Tales.