Most Of Our Distractions Are Designed To

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.

Some Say That No One Ever Leaves Montreal, For That City, Like Canada Itself, Is Designed To Preserve The Past, A Past That Happened Somewhere Else.

As The Mist Leaves No Scar On The Dark Green Hill So My Body Leaves No Scar On You And Never Will

Friend, When You Speak This Carefully I Know It Is Because You Don't Know What To Say.

In Dreams The Truth Is Learned That All Good Works Are Done In The Absence Of A Caress.