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.
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.
May my silences become more accurate.
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.
Wake the happy words.