Yesterday I Was Clever, So I Wanted

Be Kind To Yourself, Dear - To Our Innocent Follies. Forget Any Sounds Or Touch You Knew That Did Not Help You Dance. You Will Come To See That All Evolves Us.

In The Silence Between Your Heartbeat Bides A Summons. Do You Hear It? Name It If You Must, Or Leave It Forever Nameless, But Why Pretend It Is Not There?

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

Those Who Practice Love Have Neither Religion Or Status.

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.