Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead / children out of the fields into the text / of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.

Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.

I have trouble with some books because I'm so much in agreement with them I'd rather just sit in the grass myself.

Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.

Sunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is happiness, it is another one of the ways to enter fire.

And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?