Spare Me The Political Events And Power

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

Time Has Been Transformed, And We Have Changed; It Has Advanced And Set Us In Motion; It Has Unveiled Its Face, Inspiring Us With Bewilderment And Exhilaration.

You Give But Little When You Give Of Your Possessions. It Is When You Give Of Yourself That You Truly Give.

Lovers Embrace That Which Is Between Them Rather Than Each Other.

For Thought Is A Bird Of Space, That In A Cage Of Words May Indeed Unfold Its Wings But Cannot Fly.