I want to go out and play with Isis...I want to brush aside my microscope, slides, science books...images, idols...and dance with the Beloved...and I did this evening, while out walking, when my walk had long since become a trudge...
I thought of Izzi, thought of my own rational mania, and made myself stop and notice the next dear instant of Her unfolding...which happened to be a leaf in the street, a fragile and imperfect one, to be sure, which I picked up and wondered at--not forced wonder but falling-in-love wonder...wondered at its involute folds, its heart shape, lover shape, river and vein and mother tree there reflected...reborn...
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