nature's a killer I won't sing to it I hold my breath and listen to the dead singing under the grass

The vagaries of life, Though painful Teach us Not to cling To this floating world.

why is it all so beautiful this fake dream this craziness why?

fuck flattery success money all I do is lie back and suck my thumb

suddenly nothing but grief so I put on my father's old ripped raincoat

I found my sparrow Sonrin dead one morning and buried him just as gently as I would my own daughter

that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind

sin like a madman until you can't do anything else no room for any more

Cover your path With the fallen pine needles So no one will be able To locate your True dwelling place.

@arslibertatis j. Stephen Berg

the wise know nothing at all well maybe one song

oh green green willow wonderfully red flower but I know the colors are not there

the mind is exactly this tree that grass without thought or feeling both disappear

fuck flattery success money all I do is lie back and suck my thumb

oh green green willow wonderfully red flower but I know the colors are not there

I found my sparrow Sonrin dead one morning and buried him just as gently as I would my own daughter

melons eggplants rice rivers the sky I offer them to you on this holiday