One of these poems I wrote after having been here only a month. The other, I wrote this morning. In the space between the two poems, I have found acres of grace

“You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings.”

“Fear--who cares?”

“To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offer…”

“Destiny, I feel is also a relationship-a play between grace and willful self-ef…”