Let's Get Away From All The Clever

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

Humble Yourself, You’ll Grow Greater Than The World.your Self Will Be Revealed To You, Without You.