This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm

There's A Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness. We Are Lutes, No More, No Less. If The Soundbox Is Stuffed Full Of Anything, No Music.... When You're Full Of Food And Drink, Satan Sits Where Your Spirit Should.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light. Rid Yourself Of Material Needs And Be Set Free.

This Phantom World Gave You False Signs But You Turned From The Illusion And Journeyed To The Land Of Truth.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

The Sun Comes Back Every Day With New And Powerful Secrets.