In Your Beauty, How To

Death Has Nothing To Do With Going Away.the Sun Sets The Moon Sets But They Are Not Gone.

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.

Let The Beloved Be A Hat Pulled Down Firmly On My Head.

Clean Out Your Ears, Don't Listen For What You Already Know.

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.