Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

If One Must Do A Wrong, It's Best To Do It Pursuing Power-otherwise, Let's Have Virtue.

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

The Best Of Seers Is He Who Guesses Well.