You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything the darkness that comes with every infinite fall and the shivering blaze of every step up. So many live on and want nothing And are raised to the rank of prince By the slippery ease of their light judgments But what you love to see are faces that do work and feel thirst. You love most of all those who need you as they need a crowbar or a hoe. You have not grown old, and it is not too late To dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out its own secret.

As the arrow endures the string, and in the gathering momentum becomes more than itself. Because to stay is to be nowhere.

...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.

Why don't you conceive of God as an ally who is coming, who has been approaching since time began, the one who will someday arrive, the fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? Why not project his birth into the future, and live your life as an excruciating and lyrical moment in the history of a prodigious pregnancy?

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.