Heck, I'm No Henry Mancini Or Michel

Horses Are Creatures Who Worship The Earth As They Gallop On Feet Of Ivory. Constrained By The Wonder Of Dying And Birth, The Horses Still Run, They Are Free.

The Future Of Life On Earth Depends On Our Ability To See The Sacred Where Others See Only The Common

Come Dance With The West Wind And Touch On The Mountain Tops Sail O'er The Canyons And Up To The Stars And Reach For The Heavens And Hope For The Future And All That We Can Be And Not What We Are.

I Would Make My Job A Work Of Art. I Would Like Whatever It Is That I'm Doing - Everyone's Experience Of Me, Everyone's Interaction With Me, Everyone's Discussion, Conversation, Relationship With Me - [to Be] An Event Within Which They Get To See Who They Are. I Would Make Of My Life A Work Of Art.

I'm Leaving My Sorrows And All My Memories Behind To See What I Find, Somewhere In The Shade Near The Sound Of A Sweet Singing River, Somewhere In The Sun Where The Mountains Make Love To The Sky.