time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.
All in green went my love riding
O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.