I Have My Books And My Poetry

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.

Life I Love You, All Is Groovy.

I Get The News I Need On The Weather Report And I Have Nothing To Do Today But Smile

Losing Love Is Like A Window In Your Heart.

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.