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

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

Of course! The path to heaven doesn't lie down in flat miles. It's in the imagination with which you perceive this world, and the gestures with which you honor it.

You have to be in the world to understand what the spiritual is about, and you have to be spiritual in order to truly be able to accept what the world is about.

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

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.

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.