Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.