Why is nature angry,
Are we her enemy...

Ranting and raving,
Sweet music lilting...

The rustle of fine calico
The scent of spices...

Trawling through the net,
Thousand jobs a posted...

Perhaps there is life in the sun
And the moon is a planet...

Love is supreme,
Above all truth...

Words like a spider's web,
Smooth, inviting, glistening...

Pure love
So whole...

Purity of love,
Like unblemished snow...

Lay your raddled head in my lap,
And rest your weary mind...

The snow fell around the tree
On Christmas day...

Words flow out,
Like misty balls...