Run to the bow when you leave, my dear friend, run to the bow. The stern is no place for you and, anyway, you will not find me there. Run to the bow, where the world and I are waiting.
2.
When I leave with the evening, do not despair, my dear friend. Do not linger in the sand. Turn around, as if no time has passed, and welcome me with the morning.
3.
The first to understand that the world is round, that coming and going are like two ends of the same string, was a man (was it a man?) watching his dear friend disappear over the horizon.
4.
Someone closed my window into the other world. Closed my window and drew the curtains. Only shadows present themselves now. Shadows dancing on the curtains covering my window into the other world.
5.
Can a second be stretched into a minute? A minute into the time between two shadows? The time between two shadows into the time between two evenings? The time between two evenings into the time between full moons? For one second a few minutes ago, I did not miss the moon. I did not wonder where it was. I wondered only what it would be like to become full, become new, and become full again.
6.
When one teacher leaves, another arrives. There is no delay. One is never without a teacher. Presence is such a teacher, but so is absence. Presence teaches you to be full, while absence teaches you to be empty. Fullness opens a window into the other world, while emptiness places a mirror in front of you.
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