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

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

There are things you can’t reach. But You can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god. And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around As though with your arms open.

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled-to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing-that the light is everything-that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.

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

I was very careful never to take an interesting job. If you have an interesting job, you get interested in it.

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.