Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky;

I Am A Bird Of God's Garden And I Do Not Belong To This Dusty World For A Day Or Two They Have Put Me Here In This Cage Of My Own Body I Did Not Come Here Of My Own I Will Not Return Of My Own To My Own Country.

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

All The Particles Of The World Are In Love And Looking For Lovers.

I Am Yours. Don't Give Myself Back To Me.

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.