What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without

Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time And The Seas Of Space. Make Me Nothing And From Nothing-everything.

What A Piece Of Bread Looks Like Depends On Whether You Are Hungry Or Not.

Faith In The King Comes Easily In Lovely Times, But Be Faithful Now And Endure, Pale Lover.

My Head Is Bursting With The Joy Of The Unknown. My Heart Is Expanding A Thousand Fold.

Walk To The Well. Turn As The Earth And The Moon Turn, Circling What They Love. Whatever Circles Comes From The Center.