So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.

In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

You must not ever stop being whimsical.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)