Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak

The Bud Stands For All Things, Even For Those Things That Don't Flower

Prose Is Walking; Poetry Is Flying

Little Sleep's-head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight, When I Come Back We Will Go Out Together, We Will Walk Out Together Among, The Ten Thousand Things, Each Scratched Too Late With Such Knowledge, The Wages Of Dying Is Love.

Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak For Everyone.

I Have Always Intended To Live Forever; But Not Until Now, To Live Now.