Not for one second will my self hold still, but wanders anywhere, everywhere it can turn. Not you, it is I am absent.

Lord, not you, it is I who am absent.

You are the stream, the fish, the light, the pulsing shadow. You the unchanging presence, in whom all moves and changes. How can I focus my flickering, perceiv…

He himself must be the key, now, to the next door, the next terrors of freedom and joy.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held …

If you change who you are, then you change your whole being.

For my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, lo…