There Goes A River Dragging

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

The Unseen Presence Keeps Saying To Us, ‘you Are Joy!’

From The Distance You Only See My Light; Come Closer And You Will Know That I Am You.

Find The Sweetness In Your Own Heart, Then You May Find The Sweetness In Every Heart.