As Bees Gather Honey, So We Collect

Oh Longing For Places That Were Not Cherished Enough In That Fleeting Hour How I Long To Make Good From Afar The Forgotten Gesture, The Additional Act.

Look, I Am Living. On What? Neither Childhood Nor Future Lessens . . . . Superabundant Existence Wells In My Heart.

I Have Patience For Centuries In Me And Will Live As Though My Time Were Very Big.

Let Life Happen To You. Believe Me: Life Is In The Right, Always.

God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us, Then Walks With Us Silently Out Of The Night.