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Selection of Poems The Stranger The Circle Zero The Butterfly Salt Dog The Old Bees Empty Page Chamomile The Fall Swim Soil Autumn Winds Insomnia haiku Beauty Broke Poem To Ease Two Candles Swollen River Innocence Night Shower Whole Nature Point of Blue Gone Emptying Turning Point Mary In Caves Morning Snow Poet The Path The Virgin of the Abused Snake Medicine Intact Black Tree Disappearing Trace Fine Spider Web
The Stranger The Circle Zero The Butterfly Salt Dog The Old Bees Empty Page Chamomile The Fall Swim Soil Autumn Winds Insomnia haiku Beauty Broke Poem To Ease Two Candles Swollen River Innocence Night Shower Whole Nature Point of Blue Gone Emptying Turning Point Mary In Caves Morning Snow Poet The Path The Virgin of the Abused Snake Medicine Intact Black Tree Disappearing Trace Fine Spider Web
I let myself flow, When I remember To stop fumbling about In trying to know.
Yes, I let myself flow, Like nature flows, Without needing to know Why or how or when.
We flow, nature and I, Until I forget again how, And get lost for a while In trying to know
How to flow Instead of just flowing.
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