When Life Does Not Find

The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

Women Opened The Windows Of My Eyes And The Doors Of My Spirit. Had It Not Been For The Woman-mother, The Woman-sister, And The Woman-friend, I Would Have Been Sleeping Among Those Who Seek The Tranquility Of The World With Their Snoring.

You Are Your Own Forerunner, And The Towers You Have Builded Are But The Foundation Of Your Giant-self. And That Self Too Shall Be A Foundation.

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

Your Saying 'i Do Not Understand You' Is Praise Beyond My Worth, And An Insult You Do Not Deserve.