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.

I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

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

How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.

Art is our defense against hysteria and death.

What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.