Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All

Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing? That For One Breath Or Half-breath I Belong To Myself? As Much As A Pen Knows What It's Writing, Or The Ball Can Guess Where It's Going Next.

Dive Today From The Cliff Of What You Know Into What You Can't Know.

Let Soul Speak With The Silent Articulation Of A Face.

If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.