What falls away is always. And is near.

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.

In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.

What falls away is always. And is near.

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.