Messages are for banana heads
offer me nothing less than yourself...

I hear gentle piano
in the quiet of night...

So Paul wrote his christian bretheren
some two millenia ago...

Heaven aloft ....that pillowed weight....above a...

Become one with your pain
embrace it entirely...

All learning
is vanity and empty if it leads...

Townsfolk who make use of wood and stone prefer...

Walking-feet chalking the...

The locus of meaning is not
in the systemetizing brain...

Eyes hung on clouds retreat forward careless...