On The Bookshelf Of Life, God Is

Humility Is Just As Much The Opposite Of Self-abasement As It Is Of Self-exaltation. To Be Humble Is Not To Make Comparisons. Secure In Its Reality, The Self Is Neither Better Nor Worse, Bigger Nor Smaller, Than Anything Else In The Universe. It Is ? Is Nothing, Yet At The Same Time One With Everything. It Is In This Sense That Humility Is Absolute Self-effacement.

It Is Not The Repeated Mistakes, The Long Succession Of Petty Betrayals--though, God Knows, They Would Give Cause Enough For Anxiety And Self-contempt--but The Huge Elementary Mistake, The Betrayal Of That Within Me Which Is Greater Than I--in Complacent Adjustment To Alien Demands.

The Breaking Wave And The Muscle As It Contracts Obey The Same Law. Delicate Line Gathers The Body's Total Strength In A Bold Balance. Shall My Soul Meet So Severe A Curve, Journeying On Its Way To Form?

You Wake From Dreams Of Doom And--for A Moment--you Know: Beyond All The Noise And The Gestures, The Only Real Thing, Love's Calm Unwavering Flame In The Half-light Of An Early Dawn.

I Am The Vessel. The Draft Is God's. And God Is The Thirsty One.