How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.
Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.
Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.