When I Have Listened To My Mistakes,

The Ego, As A Collection Of Our Past Experiences, Is Continually Offering Miserable Lines Of Thought. It's As If There Were A Stream With Little Fish Swimming By, And When We Hook One Of Them There Is A Judgment. The Ego Is Constantly Judging Everybody And Everything. It Has Its Constant Little Chit Chat About Things That Can Happen In The Future, Things About The Past, Too, And These Are The Little Fish That Swim By. And What We Learn To Do-this Is Why It Takes Work-is To Not Reach Out And Grab A Fish.

For Communication To Have Meaning It Must Have A Life. It Must Transcend "you And Me" And Become "us." If I Truly Communicate, I See In You A Life That Is Not Me And Partake Of It. And You See And Partake Of Me. In A Small Way We Then Grow Out Of Our Old Selves And Become Something New. To Have This Kind Of Sharing I Cannot Enter Into A Conversation Clutching Myself. I Must Enter Into It With Loose Boundaries. I Must Give Myself To The Relationship, And Be Willing To Be What Grows Out Of It.

When I Get To Where I Can Enjoy Just Lying On The Rug Picking Up Lint Balls, I Will No Longer Be Too Ambitious.

But It's Morning. Within My Hands Is Another Day. Another Day To Listen And Love And Walk And Glory. I Am Here For Another Day.

I Like A Man With Faults, Especially When He Knows It. To Err Is Human