The soul... forever and forever -- longer than soil is brown and solid -- longer than water ebbs and flows. (Walt Whitman) / Now I re-examine philosophies and religions, they may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents. (Walt Whitman) / undress my poems -- scatter them about the room -- drink deep my heart life... / a little boy looks -- through the eyes of a white beard -- time merges, and fades... / Will transformation. O be enraptured with flame, wherein a thing eludes you that is boastful with changes; that projecting spirit, which masters the earthly, loves in the swing of the figure nothing so much as the point of inflection. (Rilke) / sharpening the axe -- a ragged book of Basho stuck in my pocket -- old dreams curl and stretch by the wood stove... / so cold before dawn -- breakfast of black tea and bread -- the flavor of psalms... / I give you the end of a golden string, only wind it into a ball -- It will lead you in a Heaven's gate -- Built in Jerusalem's wall. (William Blake) / Vision uncreates evil by forgiveness. Imagination uncreates not only anger, but all the other seven deadly sins. A little of it mitigates evil. A little more forgives it. And still more uncreates it. (Paul Goddard) / After years and years of cooking soup: a slow emptying of self -- A slow reliance on grace -- One Love, ever so gently, over all the earth... / the death toll rises -- as violence stalks the earth -- the tears of Allah... / intently silent -- I hear the pain of this world -- the mountain dogwood... / "Hi babe", from Annie -- tugging at blanket and tarp -- winter rain... / the burn of Love's hand -- endless quest and consequence -- / living, yet I die... / I will not and cannot believe that evil is the normal condition of mankind. And it is just this faith of mine that they laugh at. But how can I help believing it? I have seen the truth -- it is not as though I had invented it with my mind, I have seen it, and the living image of it has filled my soul forever. (Dostoevsky) / Across the lake -- to the North Shore -- Brown hills and gray pines -- Everywhere I look I see your face... / What would you say -- If I knocked at your door and said, "Two thousand miles of loneliness was too much for me to bear?" / Suppose that this paradise will never come to pass (that I understand), yet I shall go on preaching it. And how simple it is; in one day, in one hour, everything could be arranged at once! The chief thing is to love others like yourself, that's the great thing, and that's everything. (Dostoevsky) / Have a good eye. Always see good in others. Spiritual awareness depends upon it. (Rebbe Nachman of Breslov) / Sometimes, to come to your senses, you must go out of your mind. (Alan Watts)
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