What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?
Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.
I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.
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 ?
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.