Trees Do Not Force Their Sap, Nor

Interior Of The Hand. Sole That Has Come To Walk Only On Feelings. That Faces Upward And In Its Mirror Receives Heavenly Roads, Which Travel Along Themselves. That Has Learned To Walk Upon Water When It Scoops, That Walks Upon Wells, Transfiguring Every Path. That Steps Into Other Hands, Changes Those That Are Like It Into A Landscape: Wanders And Arrives Within Them, Fills Them With Arrival.

We See The Brightness Of A New Page Where Everything Yet Can Happen.

If We Surrendered To Earth's Intelligence We Could Rise Up Rooted, Like Trees.

Life Is Cut To Allow For Growth ... One May Vigorously Put On Weight Before One Fills It Out Entirely.

I Live My Life In Widening Circles That Reach Out Across The World.