Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?