Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.
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 teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.
In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.