I Bleed My Bones, Their

What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.