I tell you, you will not see the new beauty and the truth, until you make up your minds to spit.

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting.

In this world, there is no such thing as good or bad. If there is flower shop on one side and a butcher’s shop on the other, why should we keep spitting? You have to leave away both the bad as well as the good.

Sorry, lass. Ye have to seize the teachable moments, you know. Carry on.