I Saw Many Humans On Whom There

Wisdom Tells Us We Are Not Worthy; Love Tells Us We Are. My Life Flows Between The Two.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.