Argus$$$ you are fallen$$$ and the light in all your lamps is utterly put out: one hundred eyes$$$ one darkness all the same!

And warns us to use life's beauty as it blooms. The thorn is spurned when the rose has dropped.

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

And now I have finished the work$$$ which neither the wrath of Jove$$$ nor fire$$$ nor the sword$$$ nor devouring age shall be able to destroy.

She made up prayers and said them$$$<br>Worshipping unknown gods with unknown singing$$$<br>Her customary magic$$$ which would cover<br>The white moons face and darken the sun with cloud.

For no god may undo what another god has done...

Venus is kind to creatures as young as we;<br>We know not what we do$$$ and while we're young<br>We have the right to live and love like gods.

Eurydice$$$ dying now a second time$$$ uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of$$$ but that she had been loved?

In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.

My meditation is simple. It does not require any complex practices. It is simple. It is singing. It is dancing. It is sitting silently.