Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.