The purpose of all the major religious traditions is not to construct big temples on the outside$$$ but to create temples of goodness and compassion inside$$$ in our hearts.

As small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

A wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away$$$ & the trees stand. I think I$$$ too$$$ have known autumn too long.

An everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

Everything starts as somebody's dream.

We were moderate$$$ we will never know what it is to spill out our lives.

Inspiration may be a form of super-consciousness$$$ or perhaps of subconsciousness. I wouldn't know. But I am sure it is the antithesis of self-consciousness.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

The example of patient suffering is in itself the most precious of all lessons to an impatient world.

Silence is sometimes the best answer.