Our Heart Always Transcends Us.

The Quieter We Are, The More Patient And Open We Are In Our Sadnesses, The More Deeply And Serenely The New Presence Can Enter Us, And The More We Can Make It Our Own, The More It Becomes Our Fate.

I Don't Want To Stay Folded Anywhere, Because Where I Am Folded, There I Am A Lie.

All This Hurrying Soon Will Be Over. Only When We Tarry Do We Touch The Holy.

Yet Everything That Touches Us, Me And You, Takes Us Together Like A Violin's Bow, Which Draws One Voice Out Of Two Separate Strings.

I Am The Rest Between Two Notes Which Are Somehow Always In Discord.