that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
we're lost where the mind can't find us utterly lost
Hearing a crow with no mouth Cry in the deep Darkness of the night, I feel a longing for My father before he was born.
don't wait for the man standing in the snow to cut off his arm help him now
it isn't that we're alone or not alone whose voice do you want mine? yours?
I'd love to give you something but what would help?
