What Falls Away Is Always. And Is

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

Time Marks Us While We Are Marking Time.

Death Was Not. I Lived In A Simple Drowse:hands And Hair Moved Through A Dream Of Wakening Blossoms.rain Sweetened The Cave And The Dove Still Called;the Flowers Leaned On Themselves, The Flowers In Hollows;and Love, Love Sang Toward.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.