In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

Poetry Can Be Dangerous, Especially Beautiful Poetry, Because It Gives The Illusion Of Having Had The Experience Without Actually Going Through It.

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher Brimming With Wisdom And Beauty.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles And The One Great Turning, Our Souls Are Dancing With You, Without Feet, They Dance. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear? All Day And Night, Music, A Quiet, Bright Reedsong. If It Fades, We Fade.