Growing Old Is, Of All Things We

In A Total Work, The Failures Have Their Not Unimportant Place.

When I Am Alone The Flowers Are Really Seen; I Can Pay Attention To Them. They Are Felt As Presences. Without Them I Would Die...they Change Before My Eyes. They Live And Die In A Few Days; They Keep Me Closely In Touch With The Process, With Growth, And Also With Dying. I Am Floated On Their Moments.

I Am Not Ready To Die, / But I Am Learning To Trust Death / As I Have Trusted Life.

No Partner In A Love Relationship... Should Feel That He Has To Give Up An Essential Part Of Himself To Make It Viable.

Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna. That's What We Have To Learn.