Earth, is not this what you will: in us to rise up invisible? Is it, O Earth, not your dream once to be wholly invisible? Earth! Invisible! What, if not change, is your desperate mission?

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration.

Everything that makes more of you than you have ever been, even in your best hours, is right. Every intensification is good.

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.

That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

Your life will still find its own paths from there, and that they may be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I can say.

I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.