The rooster crows as if it were hoisting with its thin legsThe next day, buried with all his weight in the darkness of the night.He
The rooster crows as if it were hoisting with its thin legsThe next day, buried with all his weight in the darkness of the night.He
The gift of existence, existing at last — the permanent giftFrom the night of gracesAbounding existence The grace of laying down all swords and shieldsIn
As it appears, the only possible gift is a perfect overlap of time and presence. NiDr