Gods Always Love The People Who Make

Some People Could Look At A Mud Puddle And See An Ocean With Ships.

Why Fear? The Stuff Of My Being Is Matter, Ever Changing, Ever Moving, But Never Lost; So What Need Of Denominations And Creeds To Deny Myself The Comfort Of All My Fellow Men? The Wide Belt Of The Universe Has No Need For Finger-rings. I Am One With The Infinite And Need No Other Assurance.

When A Man Keeps Beating Me To The Draw Mentally, He Begins To Get Glamorous.

Love Is Lak De Sea. It’s Uh Movin’ Thing, But Still And All, It Takes Its Shape From De Shore It Meets, And It’s Different With Every Shore.

Night Came Walking Through Egypt Swishing Her Black Dress.