Today I want to belong. I want to feel safe and at home. I want to be aware of what it is like simply to be without defenses or desires. I will appreciate the flow of life for what it is-my own true self. I will notice those moments of intimacy with myself when I feel that I am is enough to sustain me forever. I will lie on the grass at one with nature expanding until my being fades into the infinite.

At other times at the edge of a wood especially at dusk the trees themselves would assume strange shapes sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards or else the trunk would twist and turn like a body being bent by the wind. At night when I woke up and the moon and the stars were out I would see in the sky things that filled me simultaneously with dread and longing. I remember that once one Christmas Eve I saw a great naked women standing erect with rolling eyes she must have been a hundred feet high but along she drifted growing ever longer and ever thinner and finally fell apart each limb remaining separate with the head floating away first as the rest of her body continued to waver

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.