Today Again I Am Hardly

Wherever I Am, The World Comes After Me. It Offers Me Its Busyness. It Does Not Believe That I Do Not Want It. Now I Understand Why The Old Poets Of China Went So Far And High Into The Mountains, Then Crept Into The Pale Mist.

What I Have Done Is Learn To Love And Learn To Be Loved. That Didn't Come Easy.

I Feel The Terror Of Idleness, Like A Red Thirst. Death Isn't Just An Idea.

Sing, If You Can Sing, And It Not Still Be Musical Inside Yourself.

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