Raise Your Words, Not Voice.

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

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

Birds Make Great Sky-circles Of Their Freedom. How Do They Learn It? They Fall And Falling, They're Given Wings.