Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.