The Work Of Magic Is This, That

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light

Give Yourself A Kiss. If You Want To Hold The Beautiful One, Hold Yourself.

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.