We Can Love Completely What We Cannot

A River, Though, Has So Many Things To Say That It Is Hard To Know What It Says To Each Of Us.

...life Every Now And Then Becomes Literature...as If Life Had Been Made And Not Happened.

I Sat There And Forgot And Forgot, Until What Remained Was The River That Went By And I Who Watched. On The River The Heat Mirages Danced With Each Other And Then They Danced Through Each Other And Then They Joined Hands And Danced Around Each Other. Eventually The Water Joined The River, And There Was Only One Of Us. I Believe It Was The River.

Poets Talk About "spots Of Time", But It Is Really The Fishermen Who Experience Eternity Compressed Into A Moment. No One Can Tell What A Spot Of Time Is Until Suddenly The Whole World Is A Fish And The Fish Is Gone.

I Am Haunted By Waters.