Keep Some Room In Your Heart For

I Know I Can Walk Through The World, Along The Shore Or Under The Trees, With My Mind Filled With Things Of Little Importance, In Full Self-attendance. A Condition I Can't Really Call Being Alive.

Said The River: Imagine Everything You Can Imagine, Then Keep On Going.

A Fact: One Picks It Up And Reads It, And Puts It Down, And There Is An End To It. But An Idea! That One May Pick Up, And Reflect Upon, And Oppose, And Expand, And So Pass A Delightful Afternoon Altogether.

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

Maybe Death Isn't Darkness, After All, But So Much Light Wrapping Itself Around Us--