Today I Am Wise, So I Am

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!

If You Want To Be More Alive, Love Is The Truest Health.

How Could You Reach The Pearl By Only Looking At The Sea? If You Seek The Pearl, Be A Diver: The Diver Needs Several Qualities: He Must Trust His Rope And His Life To The Friend's Hand, He Must Stop Breathing, And He Must Jump.

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.