I Am A Drunkard From

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

Purify Your Eyes, And See The Pure World. Your Life Will Fill With Radiant Forms.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.