I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

I Am So Mad With Love That Mad Men Say To Me - Be Still!

The Moon Stays Bright When It Doesn't Avoid The Night.

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.