God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul

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

All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude: The Mountain With Its Singular Bright Shade Like The Blue Shine On Freshly Frozen Snow, The After-light Upon Ice-burdened Pines; Odor Of Basswood Upon A Mountain Slope, A Scene Beloved Of Bees; Silence Of Water Above A Sunken Tree: The Pure Serene Of Memory Of One Man,- A Ripple Widening From A Single Stone Winding Around The Waters Of The World.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.