The More Articulate One Is, The More

Light Is Snow Sifted / To An Abstraction.

Flowers And Plants Are Silent Presences. They Nourish Every Sense Except The Ear.

A Poet Never Feels Useful.

In The Garden The Door Is Always Open Into The "holy" - Growth, Birth, Death. Every Flower Holds The Whole Mystery In Its Short Cycle, And In The Garden We Are Never Far Away From Death, The Fertilizing, Good, Creative Death.

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.