And I Walked, I Walked

Light Takes The Tree; But Who Can Tell Us How? The Lowly Worm Climbs Up A Winding Stair; I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. Great Nature Has Another Thing To Do To You And Me, So Take The Lively Air, And, Lovely, Learn By Going Where To Go. This Shaking Keeps Me Steady. I Should Know. What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near. I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

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

The Light Comes Brighter From The East; The Cawof Restive Crows Is Sharper On The Ear.

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.