Humble Living Does Not Diminish. It Fills.

Love, The Life-giving Garden Of This World.

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

Flowers Open Every Night Across The Sky, A Breathing Peace, And Sudden Flame Catching.

A Thief Loves The Night. I Am Day. I Reveal Essences.