The Feminist Movement As At

Love Of Others Is The Appreciation Of One's Self.

Poetry Is Prose Bewitched, A Music Made Of Visual Thoughts, The Sound Of An Idea.

There Is No Space Or Time Only Intensity, And Tame Things Have No Immensity

If You Want To Realize Yourselves All Your Pet Illusions Must Be Unmasked.

Fling Yourself At Life And Let Yourself Feel What You Do Feel Upon The Very Tick Of The Second; Snatch The Images Of Life That Fly Through The Brain. If You Are Very Frank With Yourself And Don't Mind How Ridiculous Anything That Comes To You May Seem, You Will Have A Chance Of Capturing The Symbols Of Your Direct Reactions. Thus, You Will, Perhaps, Find Yourself Reaching A Heightened Sense Of Awareness Completely Outside The Realm Of Mundane Experience.