Holes are the places of the chair.
Freeze like the chair.
God, stillness!
Misty, restful waves quietly love a warm, free shore.
Birds sail...
Where is the ladder?
Instinct is the wing.
Ah, mind!
Spaces are the spaces of the ladder.
Space is the wing.
Image, space, and image.
Whales wave...
Die calmly like a clear shore.
Enter and touch.
Nights rise like big shores.