You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So

Let Your Throat-song Be Clear And Strong Enough To Make An Emperor Fall Full-length Suppliant, At The Door.

Go To The Well Of Deep Love Inside Each Of Us.

The Ear Participates, And Helps Arrange Marriages; The Eye Has Already Made Love With What It Sees. The Eye Knows Pleasure, Delights In The Body's Shape: The Ear Hears Words That Talk About All This. When Hearing Takes Place, Character Areas Change; But When You See, Inner Areas Change. If All You Know About Fire Is What You Have Heard See If The Fire Will Agree To Cook You! Certain Energies Come Only When You Burn. If You Long For Belief, Sit Down In The Fire! When The Ear Receives Subtly; It Turns Into An Eye. But If Words Do Not Reach The Ear In The Chest, Nothing Happens.

In This Mob Of I's Inside, Which One Is Me? Hear Me Out. I Know I'm Wandering, But Don't Start Putting A Lid On This Racket. No Telling What I'll Do Then. Every Moment I'm Thrown By Your Story. One Moment It's Happy, And I'm Singing. One Moment It's Sad, And I'm Weeping. It Turns Bitter, And I Pull Away. But Then You Spill A Little Grace, And Just Like That, I'm All Light. It's Not So Bad, This Arrangement, Actually.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.