God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

I Bleed My Bones, Their Marrow To Bestowupon That God Who Knows What I Would Know.

And I Walked, I Walked Through The Light Air; I Moved With The Morning.

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?