Both art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.

Very few people really see things unless they've had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.

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

In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.

We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

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.