The Message Behind The Words Is The

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.

Let Your Throat-song Be Clear And Strong Enough To Make An Emperor Fall Full-length Suppliant, At The Door.

When A Man Makes Up A Story For His Child, He Becomes A Father And A Child Together, Listening.