God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

You Must Believe: A Poem Is A Holy Thing - A Good Poem, That Is. The Poem, Even A Short Time After Being Written, Seems No Miracle; Unwritten, It Seems Something Beyond The Capacity Of The Gods.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.