God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

How Terrible The Need For God.

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.

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.