If I Hold You With

Look Past Your Thoughts, So You May Drink The Pure Nectar Of This Moment.

Sell Your Presence And Purchase Bewilderment.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

We Gather At Night To Celebrate Being Human. Sometimes We Call Out Low To The Tambourine. Fish Drink The Sea, But The Sea Does Not Get Smaller! We Eat The Clouds And Evening Light. We Are Slaves Tasting The Royal Wine.

I Love Myself...i Love You. I Love You...i Love Myself.