may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

you shall above all things be glad and young For if you're young,whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become.

By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.