April Is The Cruellest Month.

Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought: So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness Be Dancing. Whisper Of Running Streams, And Winter Lightning. The Wild Thyme Unseen And The Wild Strawberry, The Laughter In The Garden, Echoed Ecstasy Not Lost, But Requiring, Pointing To The Agony Of Death And Birth.

Unreal Friendship May Turn To Real But Real Friendship, Once Ended, Cannot Be Mended

History Has Many Cunning Passages, Contrived Corridors And Issues.

My Nerves Are Bad To-night. Yes, Bad. Stay With Me. 'speak To Me. Why Do You Never Speak? Speak. 'what Are You Thinking Of? What Thinking? What? 'i Never Know What You Are Thinking. Think.

In The Last Few Years Everything I'd Done Up To Sixty Or So Has Seemed Very Childish.