Your words echo my heart's awareness, my body's hunger. For years, your words inhabited my dreams and my waking. I can recite much of The Leaf and the Cloud from memory. It is my favorite of your work. It blooms and wanders like so much of our world.
Your careful words, reckless images, humble faith, and bare truth have changed my life. Unaware, you have been steadfast along my journey.
In gratitude, I wish you peace.