And I Walked, I Walked

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.