Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

G-d is alive. Magic is afoot. G-d is afoot. Magic is alive.

Some people are graced with a flow; some people are graced with something less than a flow. I'm one of those.

It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.

I'd written a lot of songs with hummingbirds in them. None of them ever came to anything, but I did write a few lines last month. It went like this: 'Listen to the hummingbird whose wings you cannot see. Listen to the hummingbird, don't listen to me'.

And this is our time-keeper, with a passion for percussion

Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.