Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

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

How Terrible The Need For God.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

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