Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.