A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes

Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel Of My Being Is In Full Bloom.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

I Have Found The Heart And Will Never Leave This House Of Light.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.