You've Come To Know The Fortunate And

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Colour. Do It Now.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another

Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do. There Are Hundreds Of Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground.