Be of good heart (Patti Smith)

Having my breath what more could I wish for.

All of my being rose to this pursuit.

I had the advantage of the sky with its ability to become, in the twinkling of an eye, everything.

I searched the clouds for omens, answers.

They seemed to be moving very fast, dome shaped, delicate, connective tissue.

The face of art, in profile.

The face of denial, blessed.

What do we do Great Barrymore?

We stagger.

What shall we do simple Monk?

Be of good heart.

from Woolgathering by Patti Smith