Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

Everybody has to have their little tooth of power. Everybody wants to be able to bite.

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

Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.

There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?