Don't Stop To Think Of The Words

As We Crossed The Colorado-utah Border I Saw God In The Sky In The Form Of Huge Gold Sunburning Clouds Above The Desert That Seemed To Point A Finger At Me And Say, "pass Here And Go On, You're On The Road To Heaven.

And He Had A Nice Home In Ohio With Wife, Daughter, Christmas Tree, Two Cars, Garage, Lawn, Lawnmower, But He Couldn't Enjoy Any Of It Because He Really Wasn't Free. It Was Sadly True.

Holding Up My Purring Cat To The Moon. I Sighed.

My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In The Passions I Have, But In My Lack Of Control Of Them.

Finding Nirvana Is Like Locating Silence.