What I Have Done Is Learn To

I Go Down To The Shore I Go Down To The Shore In The Morning And Depending On The Hour The Waves Are Rolling In Or Moving Out, And I Say, Oh, I Am Miserable, What Shall— What Should I Do? And The Sea Says In Its Lovely Voice: Excuse Me, I Have Work To Do.

In The Glare Of Your Mind, Be Modest. And Beholden To What Is Tactile, And Thrilling.

Walks Work For Me. I Enter Some Arena That Is Neither Conscious Or Unconscious.

There Are A Hundred Paths Through The World That Are Easier Than Loving. But Who Wants Easier?

And Who Will Care, Who Will Chide You If You Wander Away From Wherever You Are, To Look For Your Soul?