Bread Without Butter Or Coffee

Every Hidden Cell Is Throbbing With Music And Life, Every Fiber Thrilling Like Harp Strings.

The Water In Music The Oar Forsakes. The Air In Music The Wing Forsakes. All Things In Move In Music And Write It. The Mouse, Lizard, And Grasshopper Sing Together On The Turlock Sands, Sing With The Morning Stars.

We All Flow From One Fountain- Soul. All Are Expressions Of One Love.

The Mountains Are Calling And I Must Go.

I’d Rather Be In The Mountains Thinking Of God, Than In Church Thinking About The Mountains.