Breathe-in Experience, Breathe-out Poetry.

The Journey Is My Home.

Not All Things Are Blest, But The Seeds Of All Things Are Blest.

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.

I Lived In The First Century Of World Wars. Most Mornings I Would Be More Or Less Insane.

The World Is Made Up Of Stories, Not Atoms.