A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It

We Are Even Higher Than The Heavens, We Are Greater Than Angels; Why Should We Not Transcend Both? Our Lodging-place Is Majesty.

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them

The Source Of Now Is Here.

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.