Can one be passionate about the just, the ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit no labor in its cause? I don't think so. All summations have a beginning, all effect has a story, all kindness beings with the sown seed. Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of light is the crossroads of - indolence, or action. Be ignited or be gone.

Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.

Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.

Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.

Far off in the red mangroves an alligator has heaved himself onto a hummock of grass and lies there, studying his poems.

This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of attention.

Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over.