What Was Said To The Rose That

We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute.

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

Your Legs Will Get Heavy And Tired. Then Comes A Moment Of Feeling The Wings You've Grown, Lifting.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The River. Listen To The Ocean.