The patience that takes your heart out into the wilderness. The impatience that undresses you in a crowd. Both are tears, flowing or still in your artesian well. This is what faith taught you. This way, art. That way, God. This way hierarchy dissolves. Your grandeur is your insignificance. And the whole world in an atom in the mind, the atom compounding, transmitting a world. It’s not as easy as it used to be to be alone with the earth. Garden, I choose you, you are the time I want to lose.
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We are the land and the land is us. / Its holiness and grime cannot be dispelled from us.