There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.
Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
Your life within God's arms, Your dance within God's arms, Is already Perfect!
This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.
Sing because this is a food our starving world needs. Laugh because that is the purest sound.