Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.