Must We Hasten Old Age With Sorrow?

Around Her Stretched The Mountains of Sand

I Believe in Sunlight Filtering Through Green Leaves

Be The Seed That Always Flowers

These Hills Have Dreamt A Thousand Journeys

Book of Shadows - "So Many Leaves Feel Like Falling"

There Must Be Wild Wisdom In My Living

Star Sight Gathering

Earth’s Gravity Said to the Moon

Who Lingers Half-Sleeping In Soft Repose

Who Has Gathered the Seeds?

Now We Are Like Starlight Waiting For Darkness