The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is You.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

Light Takes The Tree; But Who Can Tell Us How? The Lowly Worm Climbs Up A Winding Stair; I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. Great Nature Has Another Thing To Do To You And Me, So Take The Lively Air, And, Lovely, Learn By Going Where To Go. This Shaking Keeps Me Steady. I Should Know. What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near. I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.