Come, See The True Flowers Of This

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn Burned.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.