I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along.

Please think about this as you go on. Breathe on the world. Hold out your hands to it. When morning and evenings roll along, watch how they open and close, how they invite you to the long party that your life is.

The signals we give-yes or no, or maybe-/should be clear/the darkness around us is deep.

Anyone who breathes is in the rhythm business.

...What you fear will not go away; it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.

It is this impulse to change the quality of experience that I recognize as central to creation. . . . Out of all that could be done, you choose one thing. What that one thing is, nothing else can tell you--you come at it over unmarked snow.

The greatest ownership of all is to glance around and understand.