There The Door Is Always Open Into

Life Comes In Clusters, Clusters Of Solitude, Then A Cluster When There Is Hardly Time To Breathe.

There Are Some Griefs So Loud/they Could Bring Down The Sky/and There Are Griefs So Still/none Knows How Deep They Lie.

Deep Down There Was Understanding, Not Of The Facts Of Our Lives So Much As Of Our Essential Natures.

Fire Is A Good Companion For The Mind.

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