S:uch is Heaven on Earth, in all landA:s the sun brightens to the moon N:ails the Creation in a palm of a hand, D:ancing IT makes the desert bloom.

How I'm glad to go back home!Once I truly have no more worry. Many of those who are in a hurry Endure setbacks in the outcome.

Rats! It's rainy outside, And to be a good fellaInvite a smile so wideNobody needs umbrella!

Falling from the sky like the rain, And I fly and sing like the little birds..., Movements that are not in vain, Everything has a life made of words.

Had a cold hummus with pita bread, Under a delicious food, yellow or red. Might just have the appetite to cook Urgent dinner by hook or crook.So that's just a humus humor spread.

Blessed be, it's finally Spring. In joy and delight the birds sing, Ravished upon the entire earth, The new rebirth, Helas, the joy it brings!

Silent our body is a sacred temple, A place to connect with other people. Can't we just stay any younger? Really, we might keep it stronger, Elated, rather than so tilted or feeble!!

Love frees us of all pain, or of any restraint. Once a circle that ever widens without end. Various colors it shines in our lives to paintExcelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend.

Just when you see a kid selling a mascot, If you don't buy it because he winks, Not only that will be considered a "boycott", Xenophobically, it will also be a jinx!

So the earth is shaking Here the word's faking As there's no time for lies. Kiss and dance all nights! In no need of balanceNothing makes sense Get it loose with no excuse. Shake and dance!

Rules for navigating the net, Or people will roll their eye Lest you can't roll the R rect: Literally, don´t dink and dive!

It's just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn't it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal.

Horror shares an edge with hilarity.

Suffering is like an echo - reflecting it only prolongs it.

Don’t be afraid, be terrified

All beings come from a mother's womb. We should have a clear realization of the oneness of all humanity.

But vegetarians can eat this...Because intestines aren't even meat, Liz. They're just sh$*.

I write poetry in order to live more fully.

You are my daughter. I would love you if you put out the sun.

I'm right now standing inside Hamilton-Selway Fine Art as an artist, as a philanthropist, as a child of God, and more importantly as a human being.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.