God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul

Wake The Happy Words.

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.