Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

That's How You Came Here, Like A Star Without A Name. Move Across The Night Sky With Those Anonymous Lights.

If You Want What Visible Reality Can Give, You Are An Employee. If You Want The Unseen World You Are Not Living With Your Truth. Both Wishes Are Foolish, But You'll Be Forgiven For Forgetting That What You Really Want Is Loves Confusing Joy.

Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns To Its Confines.

In The Silence Of Love You Will Find The Spark Of Life.