The Cure For Pain Is

What Is Planted In Each Person's Soul Will Sprout.

I Said, O Love, Tell Me This: Does The Lord Know You Are Treating Me This Way? Love Said To Me, Yes He Does, Just Be Totally… Totally… Silent

You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The Water You Want Is Inside The Big Vein On Your Neck.

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.