I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

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

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.