What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That,

The Radiant One In Me Has Never Said A Word.

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

Everyone Is Overridden By Thoughts; That's Why They Have So Much Heartache And Sorrow.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

A Lover In Life Will Be A Lover In Death, A Lover In The Tomb, A Lover In Paradise, A Lover On The Day Of Resurrection.