The Core Of The Seen

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

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.

On This Path Let The Heart Be Your Guide.

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

Sit, Be Still, And Listen, Because You're Drunk And We're At The Edge Of The Roof.