Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need

The Love Religion Is All That Is Written Here.

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .

Do You Pay Regular Visits To Yourself? Don't Argue Or Answer Rationally. Let Us Die, And Dying, Reply.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.