So Come To The Pond, Or The

I Want To Believe I Am Looking Into The White Fire Of A Great Mystery.

But How Did You Come Burning Down Like A Wild Needle, Knowing Just Where My Heart Was?

I Went To India And Was Quite Taken With It. There's A Feeling There That Things Are Holy First And Useful Second. And In America, We Have It Backwards.

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly

I Read The Way A Person Might Swim, To Save His Or Her Life. I Wrote That Way Too.