Oh, Wandering One, If You

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

Love Is A River. Drink From It.

Give Your Weakness To One Who Helps.

Birds Make Great Sky-circles Of Their Freedom. How Do They Learn It? They Fall And Falling, They're Given Wings.

You Are Not One You Are A Thousand. Just Light Your Lantern.