That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.

Lovely days don’t come to you, you should walk to them.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

Don't turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That's where the light enters you.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you.

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.