Last night as I was sleeping by Antonio Machado

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Peace is within oneself to be found in the same place as agitation and suffering. It is not found in a forest or on a hilltop, nor is it...

As long as we’re caught up in always looking for certainty and happiness, rather than honoring the taste and smell and quality of exactly...

In the great silence of these distances, I am touched by your beautiful anxiety about life, even more than I was in Paris, where...