We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings we wanted to fly as they did soar freely among the treetops and the clouds and so we ate them. We speared them we clubbed them we tangled their feet in glue we netted them we spitted them we threw them onto hot coals and all for love because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean smooth beautiful eggs as they did back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect we did not want the mess of being born and so we crammed the birds into our gullets feathers and all but it was no use we couldnt sing not effortlessly as they do we cant fly not without smoke and metal and as for the eggs we dont stand a chance. Were mired in gravity were earthbound. Were ankle-deep in blood and all because we ate the birds we ate them a long time ago when we still had the power to say no.

The primary purpose of prayer is not to make requests. The primary purpose is to praise to sing to chant. Because the essence of prayer is a song and man cannot live without a song. Prayer may not save us. But prayer may make us worthy of being saved.

A constant human error to believe in an end to ones fantasies. Our daydreams are the measure of our unreachable truth. The secret of all things lies in the emptiness of the formula that guard them.

We all suffer from dreams

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious so strange. Of the dream that was my life this is my nightmare.

Have you realized that today is the tomorrow you talked about yesterday It is your responsibility to change your life for the better.

A man may study because his brain is hungry for knowledge even Bible knowledge. But he prays because his soul is hungry for God.

Run my dearFrom anythingThat may not strengthenYour precious budding wings.

God teach me to be patient teach me to go slowTeach me how to wait on You when my way I do not know.Teach me sweet forbearance when things do not go rightSo I remain unruffled when others grow uptight.Teach me how to quiet my racing rising heartSo I might hear the answer You are trying to impart.Teach me to let go dear God and pray undisturbed untilMy heart is filled with inner peace and I learn to know your will.

I had a dream about you. I was a ventriloquist trying to share your fashion secrets but you wouldnt talk. So we put on a strip show for the department store sale and I was arrested for theft I took away your dignity as a mannequin.