To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward.
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
A mind too active is no mind at all.
What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?
(I measure time by how a body sways.)
Love is not love until love's vulnerable.