Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.

What's lightly hid is deepest understood.

The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art.

Caught Summer is always an imagined time. Time gave it, yes, but time out of any mind. There must be prime In the heart to beget that season, to reach past rain and find Riding the palest days Its perfect blaze.

Whatever pains disease may bring Are but the tangy seasoning To Loves delicious fare.

There is a poignancy in all things clear, In the stare of the deer, in the ring of a hammer in the morning. Seeing a bucket of perfectly lucid water We fall to imagining prodigious honesties.

Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.