I Held My Breath As We Do

Emerson, I Am Trying To Live, As You Said We Must, The Examined Life. But There Are Days I Wish There Was Less In My Head To Examine, Not To Speak Of The Busy Heart.

I Want To Believe I Am Looking Into The White Fire Of A Great Mystery.

What Can We Do But Keep On Breathing In And Out, Modest And Willing, And In Our Places?

... The Natural World Is The Old River That Runs Through Everything, And I Think Poets Will Forever Fish Along Its Shores.

We All Have A Hungry Heart, And One Of The Things We Hunger For Is Happiness.