Everyone wants Love to follow them / down their road; / where is it that Love wants to go?

The walls of the closet are guarded by the dogs of terror, and the inside of the closet is a house of mirrors.

He called her: mother of pearl, barley woman, rice provider, millet basket, corn maid, flax princess, all-maker, weef She called him: fawn, roebuck, stag, courage, thunderman, all-in-green, mountain strider, keeper of forests, my-love-rides

From my mother, a rock, / I have learned that rocks give / most of all.

Everyone wants Love to follow them / down their road; / where is it that Love wants to go?

We cannot live in the past, nor can we re-create it. Yet as we unravel the past, the future also unfolds before us, as though they are mirrors without which neither can be seen or happen.

Those who believe they are ugly / objectify the rest of us.