I Lose And Find Myself

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.