Open and shut go my doors often, my feeble flame flickers and falters within. There is much I am yet to unlearn, 'un'tame, that I wonder...

Tumbling down the ethereal flow of endless time and space, I know not what I am or what carries me through this mindless race.. Untiring...

So much bitterness, so much hate I’m not sure where we are headed at this rate So much fear and so much spite Every fool, utterly...

All that I know of what is, is by knowing what it is not To teach is to become both that which is and who is taught A chance to know it...