What You Must Dare: Is To Be

To Preserve The Silence Within--amid All The Noise. To Remain Open And Quiet, A Moist Humus In The Fertile Darkness Where The Rain Falls And The Grain Ripens--no Matter How Many Tramp Across The Parade Ground In Whirling Dust Under An Arid Sky.

The Myths Have Always Condemned Those Who 'looked Back.' Condemned Them, Whatever The Paradise May Have Been Which They Were Leaving. Hence This Shadow Over Each Departure From Your Decision.

Time Always Seems Long To The Child Who Is Waiting - For Christmas, For Next Summer, For Becoming A Grownup: Long Also When He Surrenders His Whole Soul To Each Moment Of A Happy Day.

When You Have Reached The Point Where You No Longer Expect A Response, You Will At Last Be Able To Give In Such A Way That The Other Is Able To Receive, And Be Grateful. When Love Has Matured And, Through A Dissolution Of The Self Into Light, Become A Radiance, Then Shall The Lover Be Liberated From Dependence Upon The Beloved, And The Beloved Also Be Made Perfect By Being Liberated From The Lover.

You Are Merely The Lens In The Beam. You Can Only Receive, Give, And Possess The Light As The Lens Does. If You Seek Yourself, You Rob The Lens Of Its Transparency. You Will Know Life And Be Acknowledged By It According To Your Degree Of Transparency - Your Capacity, That Is, To Vanish As An End And Remain Purely As A Means.