God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul

Let Others Probe The Mystery If They Can.time-harried Prisoners Of Shall And Will -the Right Thing Happens To The Happy Man.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?