Love Yourself. Then Forget It.

I Don't Ask For The Sights In Front Of Me To Change, Only The Depth Of My Seeing.

I Do Not Live Happily Or Comfortably With The Cleverness Of Our Times. The Talk Is All About Computers, The News Is All About Bombs And Blood. This Morning, In The Fresh Field, I Came Upon A Hidden Nest. It Held Four Warm, Speckled Eggs. I Touched Them. Then Went Away Softly, Having Felt Something More Wonderful Than All The Electricity Of New York City.

So Every Day So Every Day I Was Surrounded By The Beautiful Crying Forth Of The Ideas Of God, One Of Which Was You.

So This Is How You Swim Inward. So This Is How You Flow Outwards. So This Is How You Pray.

The Sea Is The Most Beautiful Face In Our Universe.