"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries."
"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries."
A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
And everything comes to One, As we dance on, dance on, dance on.
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.
What's madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm! The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil; All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.