Each Day The First Day:

Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned. Had It Been Given Warmth And Shelter By Its Counterpart In The Other, Perhaps It Would Have Been Hindered From Ever Growing To Maturity. It "gives" Us Nothing. But In Its World Of Loneliness It Leads Us Up To The Summits With Wide Vistas - Of Great Insights.

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.

So Rests The Sky Against The Earth. The Dark Still Tarn In The Lap Of The Forest. As A Husband Embraces His Wife's Body In Faithful Tenderness, So The Bare Ground And Trees Are Embraced By The Still, High, Light Of The Morning. I Feel An Ache Of Longing To Share In This Embrace, To Be United And Absorbed. A Longing Like Carnal Desire, But Directed Towards Earth, Water, Sky, And Returned By The Whispers Of The Trees, The Fragrance Of The Soil, The Caresses Of The Wind, The Embrace Of Water And Light. Content? No, No, No - But Refreshed, Rested - While Waiting.

Friendship Needs No Words - It Is Solitude Delivered From The Anguish Of Loneliness.

You Dare Your Yes - And Experience A Meaning...you Repeat Your Yes - And All Things Acquire A Meaning...when Everything Has A Meaning, How Can You Live Anything But A Yes.