In A Dark Time, The

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

I Have Come To A Still, But Not A Deep Center, A Point Outside The Glittering Current; My Eyes Stare At The Bottom Of A River, At The Irregular Stones, Iridescent Sandgrains, My Mind Moves In More Than One Place, In A Country Half-land, Half-water. I Am Renewed By Death, Thought Of My Death, The Dry Scent Of A Dying Garden In September, The Wind Fanning The Ash Of A Low Fire. What I Love Is Near At Hand, Always, In Earth And Air.

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.