All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
People who serve you without love get even behind your back.