Don't Make The Body Do What The

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

A Mountain Keeps An Echo Deep Inside Itself. That's How I Hold Your Voice.

When You Do Things From Your Soul, You Feel A River Moving In You, A Joy.

Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul.

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.