Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.

I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.

I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language.

Truly it is glorious, our being here.

...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.