My Religion Is To Be Alive From

I Want To Sing Like The Birds Sing, Not Worrying About Who Hears Or What They Think.

There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean Behind It.

We Gather At Night To Celebrate Being Human. Sometimes We Call Out Low To The Tambourine. Fish Drink The Sea, But The Sea Does Not Get Smaller! We Eat The Clouds And Evening Light. We Are Slaves Tasting The Royal Wine.

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

Kindle In Thy Heart The Flame Of Love.