In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the arms - so if you would grow, go straight up or deep down.

The artist must create himself or be born again.

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

The AvowalAs swimmers dareto lie face to the skyand water bears them,as hawks rest upon airand air sustains them;so would I learn to attain freefall, and floatinto Creator Spirit's deep embrace,knowing no effort earnsthat all-surrounding grace.

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.