When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world.

Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.