Someday You Will Name Me, Then Gently

Stand Up During Supper And Walk Outdoors, And Keep On Walking.

The Thought Of Being A Creator, Of Engendering, Of Shaping Is Nothing Without The Continuous Great Confirmation And Embodiment In The World, Nothing Without The Thousandfold Assent From Things And Animals... Beautiful And Rich Only Because It Is Full Of Inherited Memories Of The Engendering And Birthing Of Millions.

All Professions Are... Filled With Demands.

Every Happiness Is The Child Of A Separation It Did Not Think It Could Survive.

Spring Has Returned. The Earth Is Like A Child That Knows Poems.