Of Course There Is Nothing The Matter

If You Can't Bear What's Happening To The Natural World, If You Can't Bear The Way We Treat Each Other; If You Can't Bear Wars, You Just Can't Bear The Whole Idea Of War, Which Is Possibly Unavoidable. But Still, You Resist It. Because You Just Hate Our Treating Each Other That Way And Causing That Suffering.

I Say To My Breath Once Again, Little Breath Come From In Front Of Me, Go Away Behind Me, Row Me Quietly Now, As Far As You Can, For I Am An Abyss That I Am Trying To Cross.

I Had Hardly Begun To Read I Asked How Can You Ever Be Sure That What You Write Is Really Any Good At All And He Said You Can't You Can't You Can Never Be Sure You Die Without Knowing Whether Anything You Wrote Was Any Good If You Have To Be Sure Don't Write

To Say What Or Where We Came From Has Nothing To Do With What Or Where We Came From. We Do Not Come From There Any More, But Only From Each Word That Proceeds Out Of The Mouth Of The Unnamed. And Yet Sometimes It Is Our Only Way Of Pointing To Who We Are.

Every Year Without Knowing It I Have Passed The Day When The Last Fires Will Wave To Me