By now you may know that my way is to go into things deeply
            into feelings and pain,
            deeply into the feelings and pain -and it is not
                        always pain, but to go into the essence of things
                        one must feel the pain too

And into the heart of other things as well.
Inside the tree trunk are juices, sap -the life-force that feeds the tree,
Somehow it takes in the sunlight, the rain, all the weather and the
            good vibrations that people, squirrels and birds give it.

So when I experience pain -such as a shooting-needle-like pain
            in my finger up through my elbow -I go into it.
It is a mystery beyond words
            -annoying, jagged starts in the night, snow
            that glistens like the stars at night, electric eels
            swimming in murky water with translucent shrimp
            together, a trigger-happy cowboy -without his hat-
The loss of an even-tempo cello vibrato,
            the loss of fine beauty.

It is the same with anger. For days now I have been experiencing spikes
            and bouts of immediate and momentary pieces of anger. Sometimes
            I watch it and it dissolves and sometimes it grabs hold of me.
                        -interrupted-