Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.
Every step I take is a blessing.
Every bird will follow it's specie.
Deep in the HEART every mystery of spirit is hidden.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.