May My Silences Become More Accurate.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

I Can Hear, Underground, That Sucking And Sobbing, In My Veins, In My Bones I Feel It,- The Small Water Seeping Upward, The Tight Grains Parting At Last. When Sprouts Break Out, Slippery As Fish, I Quail, Lean To Beginnings, Sheath-wet.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.