Time Marks Us While We Are Marking

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire