The Illusion Is We Are

I Am In Prayer. I Am One Hand, This Universe The Other.

Popularity Is Not An Indication Of Quality.

Poetry Isn't An Activity, It's A Way Life Is Lived.

Human Forms Are Perpetuated Through Sex, And Sex Also Perpetuates Human Consciousness.

The Body Knows No Pain, Not Like The Soul. At Least A Nerve Has Limits, A Body Part A Name. But The Soul... The Soul... There Is No Bandage - Even Crying Is In Vain.