We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

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

maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--

Rhythm is one of the most powerful of pleasures, and when we feel a pleasurable rhythm we hope it will continue. When it does, it grows sweeter.

And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.