There Is Only One Question: / How

Sometimes I Spend All Day Trying To Count The Leaves On A Single Tree... Of Course I Have To Give Up, But By Then I'm Half Crazy With The Wonder Of It--the Abundance Of The Leaves, The Quietness Of The Branches, The Hopelessness Of My Effort. And I Am In That Delicious And Important Place, Roaring With Laughter, Full Of Earth-praise.

Today Again I Am Hardly Myself. It Happens Over And Over.

If You Suddenly And Unexpectedly Feel Joy, Don’t Hesitate. Give In To It.

We Can Know A Lot. And Still, No Doubt, There Are Rash And Wonderful Ideas Brewing Somewhere; There Are Many Surprises Yet To Come.

Maybe The World, Without Us, Is The Real Poem.