Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt -- Shakespeare I STAND ALONE BLADES OF GRASS CARESS MY FEET I STAND ALONE AND ADMIT DEFEAT I SURRENDER TO ONENESS WHOLE AND COMPLETE GIVEN TO NATURE MY BEING TO NURTURE PEACE SWELLS WITHIN POURING WITHOUT MY WORLD SATED I HAVE NO DOUBT INTERNAL WAR RAGING FOR SO LONG IS OVER... Sign in to see full entry.