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.Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.
Your wound is probably not your fault, but your healing is your responsibility.
Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. I know that my trunk rose from his warmth, but that’s all, because my branches hardly move at all near the ground, and just wave a little in the wind.
Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength.
Unless males are led on journeys of powerlessness and vulnerability, they will always abuse power.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
