We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
Protect yourself......from your own thoughts.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart's wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.