I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.

I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

In the kingdom of bang and blab.

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.

I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.

A mind too active is no mind at all.

How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.