God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.

May my silences become more accurate.

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

What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall, That place among the rocks--is it a cave, Or winding path? The edge is what I have........ ....... Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire. My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. ~From "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke

I learn by going where I have to go.

The soul has many motions, body one.

Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't.