The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

Be sure that whatever you are is you.

Time marks us while we are marking time.

Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire

I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water.

The soul has many motions, body one.