Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.