Too Often We Enjoy The Comfort Of Opinion....without The Discomfort Of Thought ~ John F. Kennedy My Mind Is Like A Prism Where Sit......

He Danced Like The Wind, His Body A Twirl, A Blur, Into The Sun’s Fiery Eyes He Stared, His Face A Mask Of Fury. Snakes Adorn His Body, Rudra Beads Dance Off His Spinning Body, The Earth Shak…...