Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

Make The Universe Your Companion, Always Bearing In Mind The True Nature Of Things-mountains And Rivers, Trees And Grasses, And Humanity-and Enjoy The Falling Blossoms And The Scattering Leaves.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.