You Must Not Ever Stop Being Whimsical.

It's Morning, And Again I Am That Lucky Person Who Is In It.

Still, What I Want In My Life Is To Be Willing To Be Dazzled-to Cast Aside The Weight Of Facts And Maybe Even To Float A Little Above This Difficult World. I Want To Believe I Am Looking Into The White Fire Of A Great Mystery. I Want To Believe That The Imperfections Are Nothing-that The Light Is Everything-that It Is More Than The Sum Of Each Flawed Blossom Rising And Fading. And I Do.

Maybe Death Isn't Darkness, After All, But So Much Light Wrapping Itself Around Us--

We All Have A Hungry Heart, And One Of The Things We Hunger For Is Happiness.

So Come To The Pond, Or The River Of Your Imagination, Or The Harbor Of Your Longing, And Put Your Lips To The World. And Live Your Life.