The Wailing Of Broken Hearts

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.

I Want To See You. Know Your Voice. Recognize You When You First Come 'round The Corner. Sense Your Scent When I Come Into A Room You've Just Left. Know The Lift Of Your Heel, The Glide Of Your Foot. Become Familiar With The Way You Purse Your Lips Then Let Them Part, Just The Slightest Bit, When I Lean In To Your Space And Kiss You. I Want To Know The Joy Of How You Whisper "more

Whether One Moves Slowly Or With Speed, The One Who Is A Seeker Will Be A Finder.

I Have Been A Seeker And I Still Am, But I Stopped Asking The Books And The Stars. I Started Listening To The Teaching Of My Soul.

I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches For What's Not There To Practice His Craft.