In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

love is the every only god

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.