You come to me discouraged that you can never land where you aim, that life is always off course, that there is always a tragic gap between what we want
We are mistaught that the self is all about us, when the self that is life-giving is an inlet, not a container. The authentic self is a conduit that lets
Like those stone islands close to the surface, that show at low tide but are hidden when the moon is full, we wait for all that we hide to be loved into