In The Glare Of Your

I Went To India And Was Quite Taken With It. There's A Feeling There That Things Are Holy First And Useful Second. And In America, We Have It Backwards.

All Eternity Is In The Moment.

And There You Are On The Shore, Fitful And Thoughtful, Trying To Attach Them To An Idea — Some News Of Your Own Life. But The Lilies Are Slippery And Wild—they Are Devoid Of Meaning, They Are Simply Doing, From The Deepest Spurs Of Their Being, What They Are Impelled To Do Every Summer. And So, Dear Sorrow, Are You.

You Never Know / What Opportunity / Is Going To Travel To You, / Or Through You.

A Lifetime Isn't Long Enough For The Beauty Of This World And The Responsibilities Of Your Life.