When night is a lamp that has to be lit, and your heart and your mind are part of it, what do you think, passing nearby, when you see how my window reflects your bold flight? Is it what you see now, here in my eyes? Are you free? Is it good? Is it bright? Is it, like truth, both sad and both right? Say yes! Say yes! Say light!
(Like the drawings, these hastily written passages are best seen as impressions in and of the moment. No bird or bee or butterfly will work or rest forever on a single flower. It is all the flowers that we seek and need. It is all a flower, in flower, and we are flowering.)