Monkey Child
Beauty leads to the good and the truth
Time is drawn by an attractor
Each of us is deeply flawed somewhere
Freedom is the poise of soul at one with life
Our culture has killed creativity
Beauty and strangeness
The flowering of individuality
We have the opportunity to transcend ourselves
The invisible realms where thoughts can grow
At the heart of compassion
Become startled by your own strangeness
The artist as mystical journeying
The imagination keeps the heart young
Thought Forms, Source
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