Kim­ber­ly Blaeser​’s creed ​“What I Believe”, unfurls as a series of loaded rid­dle-like koans that lend them­selves to med­i­ta­tive prac­tice. For her, the cost of faith and belief is a com­mit­ment to per­son­al reflec­tion and not the giv­ing of ​“indul­gences”. At the heart of these reflec­tions is a pro­duc­tive rela­tion­ship between the human body and nature, and yet, in the end, there is a won­der­ful expres­sion of the con­nec­tions that exist between the liv­ing and the dead, and the spir­its that pop­u­late our seen and unseen worlds: “…and that eyes we see in water are nev­er our own.” Some­times a poem, like a prayer, rewards the rit­u­al of rep­e­ti­tion. This is such a poem.