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 have gone into the waste lonely places
I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.
I came to love, I came into my own.
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
In the kingdom of bang and blab.