I Know Nothing Else But Miracles

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of

Everything is Made out of Magic (or, Earth Garden XII: Nature Park in Early Spring)

 “Sometimes since I’ve been in the garden I’ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being

“But still … Iris, blue each spring”

“Dead my old fine hopes And dry my dreaming but still… Iris, blue each spring” — Shushiki ————————————————————— Here’s what’s going on lately in the