The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

Wake The Happy Words.

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.