How Can I Know Anything

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Always Search For Your Innermost Nature In Those You Are With, As Rose Oil Imbibes From Roses.

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .