“i am like a survivorof the floodwalking through the streetsdrenched withGodsurprised that all of the drowned victimsare still walking and talking”

“Like walking through water.Like drowning.”

“I thought: Now I am like Dante. I walk through hell, but I am not burning.”

“You walk through the right way, you will be crowned.You walk through the wrong way, you will be drowned.”

“But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometimes there is a sudden and fierce squall. But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.”

“You tell me to stand still, but I am not walking," he shouted, "whereas you who are walking say you are still. How is it that you are standing still but I am not?"The Buddha turned round. "My legs move but my mind is still," he said. "Your legs are still but your mind moves all the time in a fire of anger, hatred, and feverish desire. Therefore, I am still but you are not.”