History Does Not Repeat Itself Except In

Vague And Nebulous Is The Beginning Of All Things, But Not Their End.

The Chemist Who Can Extract From His Heart's Elements Compassion, Respect, Longing, Patience, Regret, Surprise, And Forgiveness And Compound Them Into One Can Create That Atom Which Is Called Love

And Forget Not That The Earth Delights To Feel Your Bare Feet And The Winds Long To Play With Your Hair.

The Philosopher's Soul Dwells In His Head, The Poet's Soul Is In His Heart; The Singer's Soul Lingers About His Throat, But The Soul Of The Dancer Abides In All Her Body.

Yes, There Is A Nirvanah; It Is Leading Your Sheep To A Green Pasture, And In Putting Your Child To Sleep, And In Writing The Last Line Of Your Poem