Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.

There Is An Original Inside Me.

Those Doing Soul Work, Who Want The Searing Truth More Than Solace Or Applause, Know Each Other Right Away. Those Who Want Something Else Turn And Take A Seat In Another Room. Soul-makers Find Each Other’s Company.

I Lost My Hat While Gazing At The Moon, And Then I Lost My Mind.