Lovers Embrace That Which Is Between Them

If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How Shall You Expect Flowers To Bloom?

You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

The Universe Is My Country And The Human Family Is My Tribe.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.