And I Walked, I Walked Through The

The Soul Has Many Motions, Body One.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes Out A Beginner.

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

Time Marks Us While We Are Marking Time.