ones being appears like a clear reflection by moonlight
no one can hide his face,
the wind, brings the turn of nature with every tide
to be more noble than you are ,
like the great wheel , her forces return you to where you are.
it is the great secret of men, of real understanding, truths that go through
hidden doors, and across the little branch bugs. it is in the recess of space,
between the cracks her lullabies sing.