1

No man of Virtues
Into the Wild
Song of a Solitary Kingfisher
Echoes still

2

They who carry severed heads 
Will never know
Your feet, laid low, Is my face.

3

Brimming, it yearns to soar a Sky
Or spill a Stream, 
The lamp of fullness 

Is there a Compass
For the Glow that radiants

4

Like a Breeze,
I will kiss You All. 
All the world,
Will kiss me back.