From Notebooks Kept

  Festina lente.Hurry slowly. Canta y no llores.Sing and don’t cry.     on leaving   The weary earth, the weary sky each weary creature will stop what they do to watch me return, kiss you, embrace holding your face, heart like a bowl ready to be filled, ready to fill.   on painting  …

… … on leaving The weary earth, the weary sky each weary creature will stop what they do to watch me return, kiss you, embrace holding your face, heart like a bowl ready to be filled ready to fill. … on painting ……“Painting isn’t filling in the spaces made by penciled lines premeditated, but’s existing…