The First Step In The Journey Is

It Is Necessary To Reteach A Thing Its Loveliness, To Put A Hand On Its Brow Of The Flower And Retell It In Words And In Touch It Is Lovely Until It Flowers Again From Within, Of Self-blessing.

The Bud Stands For All Things, Even For Those Things That Don't Flower

Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

I Have Always Intended To Live Forever; But Not Until Now, To Live Now.

This One Whom Habit Of Memory Propels To The Ground Of His Making, Sleeper Only The Mortal Sounds Can Sing Awake, This Blessing Love Gives Again Into Our Arms.