And From Then On, I

Come From Forever, And You Will Go Everywhere.

I Have Stretched Ropes From Steeple To Steeple; Garlands From Window To Window; Golden Chains From Star To Star, And I Dance.

Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being Too Sensitive I Have Wasted My Life.

True Alchemy Lies In This Formula: ‘your Memory And Your Senses Are But The Nourishment Of Your Creative Impulse’.

Faith Assuages, Guides, Restores.