I Simply Seem To Drift. But I

And An Equation Is The Same Whether It's Written In Red Or Green Ink

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

In Spite Of All Temptations Of Belonging To Many Nations, I've Remained An Indian.

I Think It's Possible To Be Multi-rooted, Rather Like A Banyan Tree, Without Being Deracinated.

Dear Though The Reader Might Be, I'd Be Silly To Cater To What The Reader Wanted.