O Sweet Spontaneous Earth

I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

For Surely As Each November Has Its April, Mysteries Only Are Significant; And One Mystery-of-mysteries Creates Them All: Nothing False And Possible Is Love (who's Imagined,therefore Limitless) Love's To Giving As To Keeping's Give; As Yes Is To If,love Is To Yes

Equality Is What Does Not Exist Among Mortals.

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is

Lessons Hide In His Wrinkles. Bells Ding In The Oldness Of Eyes. Did He By, Any Chance, Tell Children That There Are Such Monstrous Things As Peace And Goodwill...a Corrupter Of Youth No Doubt.