You Must Ask For What You Really

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

Forget Safety. Live Where You Fear To Live. Destroy Your Reputation. Be Notorious.

Most People Guard Against Going Into The Fire, And So End Up In It.

Submit To Love Without Thinking, As The Sun Rose This Morning Recklessly Extinguishing Our Star-candle Minds.

...blessed Is Anyone Who Knows Who He Or She Really Is And Builds A Place To Live There.