I Learn By Going Where I Have

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

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

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.