The darkness has it's own light.
A mind too active is no mind at all.
Being, not doing, is my first joy.
I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.
May my silences become more accurate.
I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.