there is no way I could not have done so.....
I have recognized a purer love than I could have imagined possible.....
and have set about the learning of such joy.....
it grows.....revealing more.....
I kick up my heels....spit on my hands...turn around three times.......
.and I am glad.....
me, of little faith and much longing.......I commend myself.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and basted too a.. slow golden glaze.. with a wee bit.. of that.. joy it peeps out...iip