When Clever People Ask Me Where I

No, In Country Money, The Country Scale Of Gain, The Requisite Lift Of Spirit Has Never Been Found.

Thinking Isn't Agreeing Or Disagreeing. That's Voting.

Yes, Of Course [this Age] Is Materialistic, But The Only Way To Counteract It Is To Create Spiritual Things. Don't Worry Yourself About The Materialism Too Much. Create And Stir Other People To Create!

The Line-storm Clouds Fly Tattered And Swift, The Road Is Forlorn All Day, Where A Myriad Snowy Quartz Stones Lift, And The Hoof-prints Vanish Away. The Roadside Flowers, Too Wet For The Bee, Expend Their Bloom In Vain. Come Over The Hills And Far With Me, And Be My Love In The Rain.

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.