She Was Always Waiting, It Seemed To

The Flood Subsides, And The Body, Like A Worn Sea-shell Emerges Strange And Lovely.

No Creature Is Fully Itself Till It Is, Like The Dandelion, Opened In The Bloom Of Pure Relationship To The Sun, The Entire Living Cosmos.

There's Always The Hyena Of Morality At The Garden Gate, And The Real Wolf At The End Of The Street.

Whatever Life May Be, And Whatever Horror Men Have Made Of It, The World Is A Lovely Place, A Magic Place, Something To Marvel Over. The World Is An Amazing Place.

One Can No Longer Live With People: It Is Too Hideous And Nauseating. Owners And Owned, They Are Like The Two Sides Of A Ghastly Disease.