There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.

Embark On The Journey Of Love. It Takes You From Yourself To Yourself.

Why Should I Be Weary When Every Cell Of My Body Is Bursting With Life?