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.

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

Should we say the self, once perceived, becomes the soul?

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.

God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.

By daily dying, I have come to be.