Nineteen hundred and sixty-three Saturday morning symphony Peanut butter sandwiches Looney Tunes and jam “What’s up Doc” and Yosemite Sam Watercolour oasis in a Puccini dessert Peter and the Wolfgang Amadeus...

The roots of silence are deep Branches twist and intertwine like the endless struggles of thought Sun shines upon ancient crystal Buddha with slow, warm compassion The wind breathes through the...

On the green, soft grass in the shade, under an oak blue sky, pictorial clouds I sit resplendently inactive in body and mind >  Could anything be more beautifully pointless Even...

You are where you are born Until you no longer want to be The conference on circumstance shapes your identity forms your way of thought into a regional disposition One must...