Be A Lamp, Or A Lifeboat, Or

Don't Dismiss The Heart, Even If It's Filled With Sorrow. God's Treasures Are Buried In Broken Hearts.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.

Out Beyond Ideas Of Wrongdoing And Rightdoing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There. When The Soul Lies Down In That Grass The World Is Too Full To Talk About.

There Are No Edges To My Loving Now.

I Want To Say Words That Flame As I Say Them, But I Keep Quiet And Don't Try To Make Both Words Fit In One Mouthful.