Things are symbols of themselves.
Our heads are round so thought can change direction
When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
Let go of the spirit of the departed, and continue the celebration of your own life.
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?