Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

Peace Goes Into The Making Of A Poem As Flour Goes Into The Making Of Bread.

The Bare Earth, Plantless, Waterless, Is An Immense Puzzle. In The Forests Or Beside Rivers Everything Speaks To Humans. The Desert Does Not Speak. I Could Not Comprehend Its Tongue; Its Silence...

Whom Can I Ask What I Came To Make Happen In This World?

Love Is The Mystery Of Water And A Star.