The Swan
This clumsy living that moves lumbering as if in ropes through what is not done, reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.
Somewhere Beyond Right and Wrong
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.
The Cost of Conformity
People run in packs because they don’t feel safe alone. I run alone because I don’t feel safe in packs.
Moral Consistency
I’m for truth, no matter who tells it. I’m for justice, no matter who it’s for or against.
Life’s Longing for Itself
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
My God Is Dark and Silent
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.
