You Don't Have Anything If You Don't

He Made A Story For All Of Them, A Story To Give Them Strength. The Words Of The Story Poured Out Of His Mouth As If They Had Substance, Pebbles And Stone Extending To Hold The Corporal Up...knees From Buckling...hands From Letting Go Of The Blanket.

The Only Way To Get Change Is Not Through The Courts Or - Heaven Forbid - The Politicians, But Through A Change Of Human Consciousness And Through A Change Of Heart. Only Through The Arts - Music, Poetry, Dance, Painting, Writing - "can We Really Reach Each Other.

Night. Heavenly Delicious Sweet Night Of The Desert That Calls All Of Us To Love Her. The Night Is Our Comfort With Her Coolness And Darkness. On Wings, On Feet, On Our Bellies, Out We All Come To Glory In The Night.

Moonflowers Blossom In The Sand Hills Before Dawn, Just As I Followed Him.

Being Alive Was All Right Then: He Had Not Breathed Like That For A Long Time.