There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread

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.

You Sit Here For Days Saying, This Is A Strange Business. You're The Strange Business. You Have The Energy Of The Sun In You, But You Keep Knotting It Up At The Base Of Your Spine.

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.

Anyone Who Genuinely And Consistently With Both Hands Look For Something, Will Find It.

What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without Tasting The Water Of Its Own Essence.