According To The Widom Of The Elders

Are The Yearnings Of Spring Any Less Joy Than The Fruits Of Summer

As If Hearing The Answer To A Riddle That Was More Puzzling Than The Riddle Itself

Hints,Intuitions,Whispers and Sudden Urges

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Song

Lost Enough To Find Yourself

Nature Seems More Beautiful Than Necessary

Small Glimpses Loom Large

Some Events Happen Only Once And May Only Be Observed By You

The Heart Has Its Reasons

The Joys Once Shared Have The Strings

The Past Keeps Changing

There Is No Substitute For The One Who Understands

Understanding Often Comes In The Dark

We Understand More Than We Know

When The End Is Reached The Beginning Begins

You Are Where You Are Not