“The incalculable winds of fantasy and music and poetry, the mere face of a girl, the song of a bird, or the sight of a horizon, are always blowing evil’s whole structure away.”
“Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.”
“Yes! is the thing that blows the whole structure apart.”
“Knowing the songs - and I'm still learning - lets one envision birds you can hear but can't see. And as always, the ability to envision what is just out of sight is more important than merely seeing what's right in front of you.”
“During the summer I meditated outside in nature. Listening to the wind with the ears are like listening to mere noise, but listening to the wind blowing through the trees from the inner silence and being one with the wind is like listening to the celestial music.”
“like the way a bird can sometimes swallow the horizon whole.”