All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate.

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song

My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.

Huge lemons, cut in slices, would sink like setting suns into the dusky sea, softly illuminating it with their radiating membranes, and its clear, smooth surface aquiver from the rising bitter essence.

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

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.