this_soft_ground fyn gula it was the soft ground he liked most, for if rain was falling it must not be allowed to ruin plans but to enhance them. stones can enter the earth like an act of love, and the cobbled path they make will one day lead to sturdy green growth under blue skies that robins fly out from, landing on the wall intently studying the soil for the silent movement of worms. he wanted happiness and when he stood under grey clouds it was as if he had jumped from one, and if drops of cold march rain fell upon his face, he let it wash him of sorrow like a mother wiping away fragile, lonely misery. 010317 ... spinnit unexpectedly found, though dreamed of many times. so here am I, hoping, that I won't sink. it looks fertile, can I trust in this seed and what it could bring put all things pure into something so small that will be put into the dark- And I can only wait for it to grow looking each day for the green tenderness 010520 ... frAnk she took my hand and we walked on the soft ground after the rain stopped. she looked up and showed me the moon, its fragile light breaking through a heavy cloud cover. "they say it will rain again, tomorrow," she said. "let it rain," i said. 021019 what's it to you? who go blather from