Silence And A Deeper Silence When The

How Can I Begin Anything New With All Of Yesterday In Me?

I Think That Really What Our Training, What Our Culture, Our Religious Institutions, Our Educational And Cultural Institutions Should Be About Is Preparing The Heart For That Journey Outside Of The Cage Of The Ribs.

Don't Dwell On What Has Passed Away Or What Is Yet To Be.

Your Hair Upon The Pillow Like A Sleepy Golden Storm

Fare Thee Well My Nightingale, I Lived But To Be Near You. Thow You Are Singing Somewhere Still I Can No Longer Hear You.