Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

The older I get, the surer I am that I'm not running the show.

We all are motivated by deep impulses and deep appetites to serve, even though we may not be able to locate that which we are hoping to serve. So this is just a part of my nature and I think everybody else's nature to offer oneself at the critical moment when the emergency becomes articulate. It's only then that we can locate that willingness to serve.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

Growing old becomes clear to you at a certain point. I think it's after the age of 70 you realize - you begin to actually be convinced - you're growing older.