Your Body Is Woven From

Like A Shadow, I Am And I Am Not.

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

Your Longing For Me Is My Message To You, All Your Attempts To Reach Me, Are In Reality My Attempts To Reach You.

Everything You Possess Of Skill, And Wealth, And Handicraft, Wasn't It First Merely A Thought And A Quest?