Keep Walking, Though There's No Place To

Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Nightand Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.

Pure Souls, Didn’t I Tell You Not To Be Seduced By This Colorful World For I Am The Ultimate Painter.

Today, Like Every Other Day, We Wake Up Empty And Frightened. Don't Open The Door To The Study And Begin Reading. Take Down The Dulcimer. Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do. There Are Hundreds Of Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground.

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey!