And I Walked, I Walked

God Bless The Roots! Body And Soul Are One.

In A Dark Time, The Mind Begins To See.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.