Perhaps Somewhere, Someplace Deep Inside Your Being,

If No One Else, The Dying Must Notice How Unreal, How Full Of Pretense, Is All That We Accomplish Here, Where Nothing Is Allowed To Be Itself.

I Would Like To Step Out Of My Heart And Go Walking Beneath The Enormous Sky.

Be Ahead Of All Parting, As Though It Already Were Behind You.

As Bees Gather Honey, So We Collect What Is Sweetest Out Of All Things And Build.

Across The Moment, Aeons Speak With Aeons. More Than We Experienced Has Gone By.