You Have Escaped The Cage. Your Wings

Open To Me, So That I May Open. Provide Me Your Inspiration So That I Might See Mine.

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.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

Everything Is Emptiness. Everything Else, Accidental. Emptiness Brings Peace To Your Loving. Everything Else, Disease. In This World Of Trickery, Emptiness Is What Your Soul Wants.

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?