You Don't See Your Own Face, Your

Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

Body Is Not Veiled From Soul, Neither Soul From Body, Yet No Man Hath Ever Seen A Soul.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.