You And I Are More Than You

All Ignorance Toboggans Into Know And Trudges Up To Ignorance Again.

I Imagine That Yes Is The Only Living Thing.

May My Heart Always Be Open To Little Birds Who Are The Secrets Of Living

The Snow Doesn't Give A Soft White Damn Whom It Touches.

Peering From Some High Window; At The Gold Of November Sunset (and Feeling That If Day Has To Become Night This Is A Beautiful Way).