None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.
What is obscenity? And to whom?
Many seek and never see, anyone can tell them why. O they weep and O they cry and never take until they try unless they try it in their sleep and never some until they die. I ask many, they ask me. This is a great mystery.
Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!
Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?