I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.
Beyond ideas, there's a field. Will you meet me there?
What you're seeking is seeking you.
What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.