Having inquired too much
of too many lessons and too many books
now I lay me down on this good earth
to mound the leaves like words--
piles and piles of yarrow words.
Silent and dark, I stir and stir
until the question bows,
until the question stirs.
Where does "I want" arise?
In the mind.
Where does "I need" arise?
In the body.
Where does "I have" arise?
In the heart.
The heart can never be cut down.
The heart can never be used up.
--Barbara Smith Stoff