Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.

In This Place Of Light: He Dares To Live Who Stops Being A Bird, Yet Beats His Wings Against The Immense Immeasurable Emptiness Of Things.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

Wake The Happy Words.