Sit With Lovers And Choose Their State.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.

Feeling Lonely And Ignoble Indicates That You Haven't Been Patient.

You Sit Here For Days Saying, This Is A Strange Business. You're The Strange Business. You Have The Energy Of The Sun In You, But You Keep Knotting It Up At The Base Of Your Spine.

The Rule That Covers Everything Is: How You Are With Others, Expect That Back.