O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

Empty pockets make empty heads.

A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around me I see something very different, let us say - a number of angry dwarfs trying to grill a whale.

O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.

You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken.