I Want Your Sun To Reach My

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood, Bone, Brain, And Soul. There's No Room For Lack Of Trust, Or Trust. Nothing In This Existence But That Existence.

Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.