Are My Boots Old? Is My Coat

I Wanted To Hurry Into The Work Of My Life; I Wanted To Know, Whoever I Was, I Was Alive For A Little While.

Come With Me Into The Woods Where Spring Is Advancing, As It Does, No Matter What, Not Being Singular Or Particular, But One Of The Forever Gifts, And Certainly Visible.

So This Is How You Swim Inward. So This Is How You Flow Outwards. So This Is How You Pray.

Whoever You Are, No Matter How Lonely, The World Offers Itself To Your Imagination.

Though I Play At The Edges Of Knowing, Truly I Know Our Part Is Not Knowing, But Looking, And Touching, And Loving