I will try. I will step from the house to see what I see and hear and I will praise it. I did not come into this world to be comforted. I came, like red bird, to sing.
Heart, I implore you, it’s time to come back from the dark.
The dream of my life, Is to lie down by a slow river, And stare at the light in the trees – To learn something by being nothing.
August of another summer, and once again, I am drinking the sun, and the lilies again are spread across the water.
It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.
