guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility
I spill my bright incalculable soul
Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.