Fine, so the laughter called the deepness to bend, and the warmth breathed a hearty big. Fine, so all that came upon the call loved glad and also sad upon the roundness of the sound. Fine, just find the way to hold it, that grows a smile, a tear, that grows the love breathed as it was breathed, the goodness that grows round, into soul’s every sound, into every soul around. Good, find it is needed.

May 1971