In rare moments of deep play, we can lay aside our sense of self, shed time's continuum, ignore pain, and sit quietly in the absolute present, watching the world's ordinary miracles. No mind or heart hobbles. No analyzing or explaining. No questing for logic. No promises. No goals. No relationships. No worry. One is completely open to whatever drama may unfold.

Above all, we ask the poet to teach us a way of seeing.

For if I do something, I never do it thoughtlessly.

Tranquillity hides in small spaces, and when found needs to be treasured, because you know it's a phantom that will slip away again.

Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points.

Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.