The World Is A Playground, And Death

The Source Is Within You. And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

Every Forest Branch Moves Differently In The Breeze, But As They Sway They Connect At The Roots.

Inside You There’s An Artist You Don’t Know About… Say Yes Quickly, If You Know, If You’ve Known It From Before The Beginning Of The Universe.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape. Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Color. Do It Now.