The natural world fulfilled me as nothing I’d done while stuck at a desk. What made it so? If I only pay attention, a garden tells me what to do.

Since then, I often feel like I’m skipping down the sidewalk on a ribbon of yellow stars. I don’t fear death the way I used to, because I know it is a vast display of Light

We deserve to have someone remember us.

How many secret scars did he carry through his lifetime? How did those scars bend him?  

The glow grew in strength and finally he could see, even without his glasses, that the little boy he had known since childhood.

Mysticism has interested me since childhood. I don’t pretend to be a mystic, but I don’t dismiss those who wear the label.

I stand in front of the shrine and bow. As I do, I feel the weight of my head, gently pulling my body toward the earth for a moment.

May my body cast light upon the earth. May my head shine like a bright star. May my arms and legs be the constellation that enchants every spirit in the world.

It takes time, a solid will, the right place.

They stand against western sky, colored by the sunlight they took with them. When they speak, it sounds like running water. I’m the only one left here who remembers some of their stories.