Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.
Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.
Friendship needs no words – it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.
Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense–what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.
Acts of violence– Whether on a large or a small scale, the bitter paradox: the meaningfulness of death–and the meaninglessness of killing.
The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.
He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.
When the sense of the earth unites with the sense of one’s body, one becomes earth of the earth, a plant among plants, an animal born from the soil and fertilizing it. In this union, the body is confirmed in its pantheism.
Trees quiver in the wind,sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot.
Doffing the ego’ssafe glory, he findshis naked reality.
Forgiveness is the answer to the child’s dream of a miracle by which what is broken is made whole again, what is soiled is made clean again.
What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.
This accidentalmeeting of possibilitiescalls itself I.I ask: what am I doing here?And, at once, this Ibecomes unreal.
His moral lectureblazed with hate.What could have driven a child that far?
You wake from dreams of doom and–for a moment–you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love’s calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.
It is not we who seek the Way, but the Way which seeks us. That is why you are faithful to it, even while you stand waiting, so long as you are prepared, and act the moment you are confronted by its demands.
Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell.
My home drove meinto the wilderness.Few look for me. Few hear me.
Better than other people.’ Sometimes he says: ‘That, at least, you are.’ But more often: ‘Why should you be? Either you are what you can be, or you are not – like other people.
Apes. The moon woke them–round the world’s navel revolvedprayer wheels of steps.
The pursuit of peace and progress cannot end in a few years in either victory or defeat. The pursuit of peace and progress, with its trials and its errors, its successes and its setbacks, can never be relaxed and never abandoned.