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.

What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?

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.

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

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.

All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.

May my silences become more accurate.