I Wanted To Hurry Into The Work

The Face Of The Moose Is As Sad As The Face Of Jesus.

But How Did You Come Burning Down Like A Wild Needle, Knowing Just Where My Heart Was?

Still, What I Want In My Life Is To Be Willing To Be Dazzled-to Cast Aside The Weight Of Facts And Maybe Even To Float A Little Above This Difficult World. I Want To Believe I Am Looking Into The White Fire Of A Great Mystery. I Want To Believe That The Imperfections Are Nothing-that The Light Is Everything-that It Is More Than The Sum Of Each Flawed Blossom Rising And Fading. And I Do.

It's Not A Competition, It's A Doorway.

All Eternity Is In The Moment.