The Sky Will Bow Down

Each And Every Part Of The World Is A Snare For The Fool And A Means Of Deliverance For The Wise.

Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

Every Need Brings In What's Needed. Pain Bears Its Cure Like A Child.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You.

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.