nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them - then men are old.