But Love May Have To Be Left

My Goal Now Is To Dance All The Dances As Long As I Can, And Then To Sit Down Contented After The Last Elegant Tango Some Sweet Night And Pass On Because There Wasn't Another Dance Left In Me.

It's Just This: That There Are Places We All Come From-deep-rooty-common Places- That Makes Us Who We Are. And We Disdain Them Or Treat Them Lightly At Our Peril. We Turn Our Backs On Them At The Risk Of Self-contempt. There Is A Sense In Which We Need To Go Home Again-and Can Go Home Again. Not To Recover Home, No. But To Sanctify Memory.

The Leaves Let Go, The Seeds Let Go, And I Must Let Go Sometimes, Too, And Cast My Lot With Another Of Nature’s Imperfect But Tenacious Survivors.

Doing A Straight-forward, Clear-cut Task That Has A Beginning And An End Balances Out The Complexity-without-end That Often Vexes The Rest Of My Life. Sacred Simplicity.

I And You-we Are Infinate, Rich, Large, Contradictory, Living, Breathing Miracles-free Human Beings, Children Of God And The Everlasting Universe. That's What We Do.