I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.

So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray.

Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

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

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

When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss.