A stillness expanded, soft as sunny winter forests.How did my will grow sure and my way obedient to me?I carried in my hand an etched bowl of ringing glass.
Then my foot became so cautious and will not stumble.Then my hand became so careful and will not tremble.Then I was flooded over and carried by the strength from fragile things.
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of David McDuff and his
own pages with the translations.