Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right action arises by itself?
The Master doesn’t seek fulfillment. Not seeking, not expecting, she is present, and can welcome all things."
What is there for you in the birds, the birds, the birds,
crying down in the north wind in September—acres
of birds spotting the air going south?
Is there something finished? And some new beginning
on the way?
The sun setting and making us all faceless. Sam walking on water.