For Life And Death Are One, Even

These Things He Said In Words. But Much In His Heart Remained Unsaid. For He Himself Could Not Speak His Deeper Secret.

The Sea That Calls All Things Unto Her Cals Me, And I Must Embark.

Now I Realize That The Trees Blossom In Spring And Bear Fruit In Summer Without Seeking Praise; And They Drop Their Leaves In Autumn And Become Naked In Winter Without Fearing Blame.

Some Think I Wink At Them When I Shut My Eyes To Avoid Their Sight.

If It Were Not For Guests All Houses Would Be Graves.