But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity,

Last Night I Begged The Wise One To Tell Me The Secret Of The World. Gently, Gently, He Whispered, "be Quiet, The Secret Cannot Be Spoken, It Is Wrapped In Silence."

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep.

Look As Long As You Can At The Friend You Love, No Matter Whether That Friend Is Moving Away From You Or Coming Back Toward You.