Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

Fall In Love In Such A Way That It Frees You From Any Connecting.

For Years, Copying Other People, I Tried To Know Myself. From Within, I Couldn't Decide What To Do. Unable To See, I Heard My Name Being Called. Then I Walked Outside.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.