There Is One Way Of Breathing That

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant. So Completely Mixed With You, I May Look Separate. So Out In The Open, I Appear Hidden. So Silent, Because I Am Constantly Talking With You.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

There Are Thousands Of Wines That Can Take Over Our Minds. Don't Think All Ecstasies Are The Same!

Asleep Or Awake, Writing Or Reading, Whatever You Do, You Must Never Be Without The Remembrance Of God.