Everything Is Gestation And Then

My Eyes Already Touch The Sunny Hill. Going Far Ahead Of The Road I Have Begun. So We Are Grasped By What We Cannot Grasp; It Has Inner Light, Even From A Distance- And Charges Us, Even If We Do Not Reach It, Into Something Else, Which, Hardly Sensing It, We Already Are; A Gesture Waves Us On Answering Our Own Wave... But What We Feel Is The Wind In Our Faces.

The Highest Form Of Love Is To Be The Protector Of Another Person’s Solitude.

Joy Is A Marvelous Increasing Of What Exists, A Pure Addition Out Of Nothingness.

And Now We Welcome The New Year, Full Of Things That Have Never Been

There Is Only One Journey. Going Inside Yourself.