Our love is like the sun-soaked, blue-green sea
Its fervent waves, so beautiful and strong
We sit at the beach, looking out.  We see
The soft waves, and we hear their rhythmic song.
Our love is this beautiful and steadfast.
You and I can go through the worst and still
All our love collected as one, amassed,
Will be as strong as ocean’s high tide thrill.
Yet, it isn’t as changing and dangerous
As the sea during the dark storm and rain.
It’s not the choppy sea tormenting us
Nor the dark, black storm that brings us pain.
Our love is calm water: great, steady, blue
Of a day with sky of a gentle hue.

Soon it will all make sense;
Why snow falls, why we love,
Why anything at all happens.

Soon we will decide on things;
Whether or not we go left or right
Or if we say yes or no.

Soon things will happen that will make us think,
Even make us lose faith in humanity
Or maybe even gain faith in it.

Soon we must learn that life goes on,
Nothing will ever stop that fact.
Keep faith in that life will go on.

Soon something will change,
You must not be afraid of change,
For without it we would not exist.

Soon we will find happiness;
We will also find love
And you will never know...

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.

Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
                    Far off
               Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk. . a few
     old things
And is gone,
                    Gone with her little chin
                    ****** ahead of her
                    And her soft hair blowing careless
                    From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.

Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
               Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
                    Nobody knows where she's gone.

It is not good that Man
should be alone, they said.
And in their ignorance they
succumbed to the holy temptation
and they created a god.

In their own image they created him;
Frail and faulty they created him;
selfish and power hungry they created him.

Then they looked upon him whom they
had created and it was not good.
They loathed him and mocked him.
They spoke all manner of evil against him.

For they looked upon him and saw a reflection

...of themselves.