A City Becomes A World

To Be The Equal Of Reality You Must Learn How To Ignore It Without Danger.

Odd, Isn't It? He Really Was The Right Man For Her In A Sort Of Way; But Then As You Know, It Is A Law Of Love That The So-called 'right' Person Always Comes To Soon Or Too Late.

The Sense Of Truth No Matter How Subjective Is Necessary For The Experience Of Beauty.

Try And Travel With The Eyes Of The Spirit Wide Open, And Not Too Much Factual Information. To Tune In, Without Reverence, Idly -- But With Real Inward Attention. It Is To Be Had For The Feeling, That Mysterious Sense Of Rapport, Of Identity With The Ground. You Can Extract The Essence Of A Place Once You Know How. If You Just Get As Still As A Needle You'll Be There.

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.