All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skillfully curled) all worlds

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.