since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunda...
