Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

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.

Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire

I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.

By daily dying, I have come to be.

What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.

A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.