He fills up the ponds as He empties the clouds
Holds without hands and He speaks without sounds
The King Beetle on a Coconut Estate
The cure for pain is in the pain,
so it’s there that you’ll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
‘Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly.’
The Cure for Pain
Dying is Strange and Hard, circa 2000.
open wide my door, my door, my Lord
(open wide my door)
to whatever makes me love You more
(open wide my door)
while there’s still light to run towards
C-Minor
A fish swims through the sea
while the sea is in a certain sense,
contained within the fish!
Oh, what am I to think
of what the writing of a thousand lifetimes
could not explain
if all the forest trees were pens
and all the oceans - ink?
The Dryness and the Rain
A Glass Can Only Spill What it Contains
live at the Conservatory in Oklahoma City, 2006.
