Love is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
Love is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
It aint the roads we take; its whats inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
All around the circle, feeding on the green, green grass were fat and happy horses…
Yes, indeed, we must fly, but not with our feet, but with our hands..
And all the way, to guide their chime,With falling oars they kept the time.
We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.