Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels, but I would slave to learn the way, to sink your ship of fools.

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

Let there be songs to fill the air.