Freedom

When we hold nothing
We can handle anything

I-Harmony

Why search for the peace
That only non-searching
Can provide?

Welcome home, Mr. Cobb

The beauty of this world
Is not mine for the plucking

The End of Me

For to want
I must suffer

Depersonalization

I feel the end coming
And it feels right

My Cup Runneth Over When I Stop Asking for Refills

Beauty is beauty
When I see clearly

Beyond

The world turns
As my fire burns