The Wound Is The Place Where The

Do Good To The People For The Sake Of God Or For The Peace Of Your Own Soul That You May Always See What Is Pure And Save Your Heart From The Darkness Of Hate

Love Is An Emotion. Totally Silent And Inexpressible With Words.

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

You Had Better Run From Me. My Words Are Fire.

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.