I Feel We Are All

Only Love Can Be Divided Endlessly And Still Not Diminish.

Flowers Always Have It - Poise, Completion, Fulfillment, Perfection . . .

... Not Only Is Life Put In New Patterns From The Air, But It Is Somehow Arrested, Frozen Into Form. (the Leaping Hare Is Caught In A Marble Panel.) A Glaze Is Put Over Life. There Is No Flaw, No Crack In The Surface; A Still Reservoir, No Ripple On Its Face. Looking Down From The Air That Morning, I Felt That Stillness Rested Like A Light Over The Earth. The Waterfalls Seemed Frozen Solid; The Tops Of The Trees Were Still; The River Hardly Stirred, A Serpent Gently Moving Under Its Shimmering Skin.

My Passport Photo Is One Of The Most Remarkable Photographs I Have Ever Seen- No Retouching, No Shadows, No Flattery-just Stark Me.

For It Is Not Merely The Trivial Which Clutters Our Lives But The Important As Well