Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

Without Love, All Worship Is A Burden, All Dancing Is A Chore, All Music Is Mere Noise.

There Is Little One Can Say About Love. It Has To Be Lived, And It's Always In Motion.

The Intelligent Desire Self-control; Children Want Candy.

Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel Of My Being Is In Full Bloom.

We Were Green: We Ripened And Grew Golden. The Sea Terrified Us: We Learned How To Drown. Squat And Earthbound, We Unfolded Huge Wings. We Started Sober: Are Love's Startled Drunkards. You Hide Me In Your Cloak Of Nothingness Reflect My Ghost In Your Glass Of Being I Am Nothing, Yet Appear: Transparent Dream Where Your Eternity Briefly Trembles.