And May My Bronze Name / Touch

I Kind Of Limp Along Like So Many Of Us Do In These Realms. Occasionally I've Felt The Grace Of Another Presence In My Life. But I Can't Develop Any Kind Of Spiritual Structure On That.

It Doesn't Matter What You Do Because It's Going To Happen Anyway.

It's Like A Bear Stumbling Into A Beehive Or A Honey Cache: I'm Stumbling Right Into It And Getting Stuck, And It's Delicious And It's Horrible And I'm In It And It's Not Very Graceful And It's Very Awkward And It's Very Painful And Yet There's Something Inevitable About It.

Show Me Slowly What I Only Know The Limits Of Dance Me To The End Of Love

I Want To Be Paid For My Work, Not Work For My Pay.