The Great Ages Did Not

Survival Is Your Strength Not Your Shame.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing

The Eastern Light Our Spires Touch At Morning, The Light That Slants Upon Our Western Doors At Evening, The Twilight Over Stagnant Pools At Batflight, Moon Light And Star Light, Owl And Moth Light, Glow-worm Glowlight On A Grassblade. O Light Invisible, We Worship Thee!

Where Shall The Word Be Found, Where Will The Word / Resound? Not Here, There Is Not Enough Silence.

The More Perfect The Artist, The More Completely Separate In Him Will Be The Man Who Suffers And The Mind Which Creates.