Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart, Where They Wait Silently For Discovery.

The Ocean Of The Body Crashes Against The Ocean Of The Heart. Between Them Is A Barrier They Cannot Cross.

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

I Died As A Mineral And Became A Plant, I Died As A Plant And Rose To Animal, I Died As An Animal And I Was Man. Why Should I Fear? When Was I Less By Dying?