Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher

What Is The Heart? It Is Not Human And It Is Not Imaginary. I Call It You.

We Came Whirling Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust... The Stars Made A Circle, And In The Middle, We Dance.

Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is Pain.

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

When It's Cold And Raining,you Are More Beautiful.and The Snow Brings Meeven Closer To Your Lipsthe Inner Secret, That Which Was Never Born,you Are That Freshness, And I Am With You Now.i Can't Explain The Goings,or The Comings. You Enter Suddenly,and I Am Nowhere Again.inside The Majesty