So Let The World Go, But Hold

I Would Like To Believe When I Die That I Have Given Myself Away Like A Tree That Sows Seed Every Spring And Never Counts The Loss, Because It Is Not Loss, It Is Adding To Future Life. It Is The Tree's Way Of Being. Strongly Rooted Perhaps, But Spilling Out Its Treasure On The Wind.

Love Is Our Human Miracle.

The More Articulate One Is, The More Dangerous Words Become.

When We Admit Our Vulnerability, We Include Others. If We Deny It, We Shut Them Out.

Sometimes One Has Simply To Endure A Period Of Depression For What It May Hold Of Illumination If One Can Live Through It, Attentive To What It Exposes Or Demands.