From My Rotting Body,

Flowers Shall Grow,

and I Am in Them,

and That Is Eternity.

~Edvard Munch

when the days become sweeter, I know too much….

inquiry for today~ sense into the dullness and listen

you trust lightly

ah, I could lay me down

in this tall grass

and close my eyes,

and let the quiet wind

blow over me.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay