Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.