This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm

Sunlight Fell Upon The Wall; The Wall Received A Borrowed Splendor. Why Set Your Heart On A Piece Of Earth, O Simple One? Seek Out The Source Which Shines Forever.

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

Submit To A Daily Practice. Your Loyalty To That Is A Ring At The Door. Keep Knocking, And The Joy Inside Will Eventually Open A Window And Look Out To See Who's There.

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.

The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's Origin: In Fact, The Branch Exist Because Of The Fruit.