I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

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

So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?