The People Will Live On.the Learning And

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

The Drum In A Dream Pounds Loud To The Dreamer.

Every Blunder Behind Us Is Giving A Cheer For Us, And Only For Those Who Were Willing To Fail Are The Dangers And Splendors Of Life.

I've Written Some Poetry I Don't Understand Myself.

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.