What Shall I Say, O

Every Object, Every Being...is A Jar Full Of Delight.

The Rule That Covers Everything Is: How You Are With Others, Expect That Back.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

What In Your Life Is Calling You, When All The Noise Is Silenced, The Meetings Adjourned... The Lists Laid Aside, And The Wild Iris Blooms By Itself In The Dark Forest... What Still Pulls On Your Soul?

All The World Loves You, But You Are Nowhere To Be Found, Hidden And Yet . . . Completely Obvious!