There Are Many Winds Full Of Anger,

There Is A Secret Medicine Given Only To Those Who Hurt So Hard They Can't Hope. The Hopers Would Feel Slighted If They Knew.

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

Live In The Nowhere That You Come From Even Though You Have Got An Address Here.

Whenever They Rebuild An Old Building, They Must First Of All Destroy The Old One.

Beauty Surrounds Us.