Some People Could Look At A Mud

It Is One Of The Blessings Of This World That Few People See Visions And Dream Dreams.

But Any Man Who Walks In The Way Of Power And Property Is Bound To Meet Hate.

The Sun Had Become A Light Yellow Yolk And Was Walking With Red Legs Across The Sky.

From Barren Brown Stems To Glistening Leaf-buds; From The Leaf-buds To Snowy Virginity Of Bloom…it Was Like A Flute Song Forgotten In Another Existence And Remembered Again. What? How? Why? This Singing She Heard That Had Nothing To Do With Her Ears. The Rose Of The World Was Breathing Out Smell. It Followed Her Through All Her Waking Moments And Caressed Her In Her Sleep.

I Have Been In Sorrow's Kitchen And Licked Out All The Pots. Then I Have Stood On The Peaky Mountain Wrapped In Rainbows, With A Harp And Sword In My Hands.