So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.

Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.

I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.

Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.

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

Live in a perpetual great astonishment.

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.