A Seeing Eye Is Better Than Three

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

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.

Be Crumbled. So Wild Flowers Will Come Up Where You Are. You Have Been Stony For Too Many Years. Try Something Different. Surrender.

Be Patient, Even If Every Possibility Seems Closed.

Keep Silent, Because The World Of Silence Is A Vast Fullness