I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries.

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.