More and more I have come to admire resilience. Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam return over and over to the same shape, but the sinuous tenacity of a tree:
finding the light newly blocked on and on side, blind intelligence, true. But out of such persistence arose turtles,river, mithochondria, figs-all this resinous, unrectractable earth.
Soul deep is visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flew,
In that magival wood in the land of sleep.
Once in the dream of a night I stood
human thoughts
human passions
emotions
optimism