Reality Sandwiches

TEARS

I'm crying all the time now.

I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle Wobbly Hall. I cried listening to Bach.

I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard, I cried at the sadness of the middle-aged trees.

Happiness exists I feel it.

I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul.

God appearing to be seen and cried over. Overflowing heart of Paterson.

Arctic, 1956