Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

There Is One Way Of Breathing That Is Shameful And Constricted. Then, There's Another Way: A Breath Of Love That Takes You All The Way To Infinity.

Today, Let Us Swim Wildly, Joyously In Gratitude.

My Lips Got Lost On The Way To The Kiss - That's How Drunk I Was.

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises