I Lost My Hat While Gazing At

Open The Window Of Your Heart And Let The Spirit Speak

Be Melting Snow. Wash Yourself Of Yourself.

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.

Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones Within Your Spirit; Don't Give Your Heart To Anything, But The Love Of Those Whose Hearts Are Glad.