Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

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

I came to love, I came into my own.

The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The feud we kept with space comes to an end.

I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.

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

What falls away is always. And is near.