O artist - 
You know - its essential
that all that the saints
say and all that our
dearest friends and lovers
say to do - be DONE
But - an ascetic strips
a praying artist is the
more clothed. Sight and
the sound of one hand clapping
- Joy! and the well being
of laughter. Intimacy
and life in God - be he
husband or lifetime
betrothed. And there are
no riches richer than
God's joy. An intimacy
with him that I can only
hope for which
EVER tends the Garden
within our souls
The Church is
a
soul
when it prays.
- and the fitting mark on paper with
a rush is my soul's
​prayer.

Life......indeed. Faith and trust. To see, all the good. In myself. Life is a gift...and my being is not chance. It is so important that I do all...but faith tells me that in this life, it will not be accomplished, but by believing and knowing the truth of life, all will be done. Why am I so afraid? Of not documenting this flow of raw life force? There is a thought there, but my hands are weakening, and I can not weave tapestry as I did. That is another aspect of time and life...it comes to an end....but! No! Discerning the flow of raw life...the thoughts conveyed will be grasped by another. The day will be completed, but will I have acquired life? I am so circumscribed. But in another way, I am without limit. The end of life, and the continuity of it...the assurance of meaning and purpose accomplished, if only because I yearn for it.