A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.

...Science and mathematics Run parallel to reality, they symbolize it, they squint at it, They never touch it: consider what an explosion Would rock the bones of men into little white fragments and unsky the world If any mind for a moment touch truth.

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

The tides are in our veins.