A mind too active is no mind at all.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

May my silences become more accurate.

I came to love, I came into my own.

I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it,- The small water seeping upward, The tight grains parting at last. When sprouts break out, Slippery as fish, I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.

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

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