This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.

...one cannot lodge in if.

Our purpose here on earth: to manifest the very nature of our spirit, which is touched by the spirit of God.

Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.