Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me.

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?

What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.

The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.

Thank God our time is now when wrong comes up to meet us everywhere never to leave us till we take, the greatest stride of the soul man ever took. affairs are now soul size the enterprise is exploration unto God. Where are you making for? It takes so many thousand years to wake. But will you wake for pity's sake?