Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

You See But Your Shadow When You Turn Your Back To The Sun.

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

My Friend, I Am Not What I Seem. Seeming Is But A Garment I Wear — A Care-woven Garment That Protects Me From Thy Questionings And Thee From My Negligence. The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

When You Have Grasped A Problem Clearly, Face It With Resolution, For That Is The Way Of The Strong.