A Root Is A Flower That Disdains

Seven Times Have I Despised My Soul: The Sixth Time When She Despised The Ugliness Of A Face, And Knew Not That It Was One Of Her Own Masks.

To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness

When You Look Closely People Are So Strange & So Complicated That They're Actually Beautiful.

How Often Have You Sailed In My Dreams. And Now You Come In My Awakening, Which Is My Deeper Dream.

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?