Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
Life, Poetry
By daily dying, I have come to be.
Death, Growth
I wake to sleep and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going whereI have to go.....Great Nature has another thing to doTo you and me, so take the lively air,And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
Poetry
Love makes me naked;Propinquity's a harsh master;O the songs we hide singing to ourselves!
Relationships, Solitude
The MistakeHe left his pants upon a chair:She was a widow, so she said:But he was apprehended, bare,By one who rose up from the dead.
Sex, Adultery
I learned not to fear infinity,The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,The wheel turning away from itself,The sprawl of the wave,The on-coming water.
Courage, Aging
I trust all joy
Joy