We had a kettle; we let it leak: Our not repairing made it worse. We haven't had any tea for a week... The bottom is out of the Universe.
What other hope does life hold out But the miraculous, the skilled and patient Execution, the teamwork, all the pain and worry every miracle involves?
I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes Less than themselves.
What if it's the there and not the here that I long for? The wander and not the wait, the magic in the lost feet stumbling down the faraway street and the way the moon never hangs quite the same.
Beauty Is the fume-track of necessity. This thought Is therapeutic. If, after several Applications, you do not find Relief, consult your family physician
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.
A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.
Don't make the body do what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load on the spirit that the body could easily carry.
Some, they didn't make it. The temptation just too strong. How can darkness cloud the mind To what I know as wrong?
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
(the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned.) I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.
Prejudice is not a symptom of stupidity. Nor is it a symptom of evil. It is merely a symptom of ignorance.
Around, around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.
And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night
The Hurricane The tree lay down on the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.
hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young
Let whoever wants to, relax in the south, And bask in the garden of paradise. Here is the essence of northand it's autumn I've chosen as this year's friend.
And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.
I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again.
