When you begin to see that your enemy is suffering$$$ that is the beginning of insight.

It's useless to put on your brakes when you're upside down.

Those with a moral deficit put on a good show$$$ and sleep like a baby.

It's been a privilege to be here.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

Where does the rainbow end$$$<br>in your soul or on the horizon?

Before you can have$$$ you must do; but before you can do$$$ you must first become.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent$$$ the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.