The Work Of Magic Is

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

World Power Means Nothing. Only The Unsayable, Jeweled Inner Life Matters.

We Must Die To Become True Human Beings.

Wear Gratitude Like A Cloak And It Will Feed Every Corner Of Your Life.

When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The Night Sky, Climb Up On The Roof And Dance And Say, Like This?