It Is Playing Safe That

So Rests The Sky Against The Earth. The Dark Still Tarn In The Lap Of The Forest. As A Husband Embraces His Wife's Body In Faithful Tenderness, So The Bare Ground And Trees Are Embraced By The Still, High, Light Of The Morning. I Feel An Ache Of Longing To Share In This Embrace, To Be United And Absorbed. A Longing Like Carnal Desire, But Directed Towards Earth, Water, Sky, And Returned By The Whispers Of The Trees, The Fragrance Of The Soil, The Caresses Of The Wind, The Embrace Of Water And Light. Content? No, No, No - But Refreshed, Rested - While Waiting.

Do Not Seek Death. Death Will Find You.

Our Work For Peace Must Begin Within The Private World Of Each One Of Us.

Forgiveness Is The Answer To The Child's Dream Of A Miracle By Which What Is Broken Is Made Whole Again, What Is Soiled Is Made Clean Again.

Humility Is Just As Much The Opposite Of Self-abasement As It Is Of Self-exaltation. To Be Humble Is Not To Make Comparisons. Secure In Its Reality, The Self Is Neither Better Nor Worse, Bigger Nor Smaller, Than Anything Else In The Universe. It Is ? Is Nothing, Yet At The Same Time One With Everything. It Is In This Sense That Humility Is Absolute Self-effacement.