In
a life properly lived,
you’re a river. You touch things lightly
or deeply; you move along because life herself moves,
and you can’t stop it; you can’t figure out a banal game plan
applicable to all situations; you just have to go
with the “beingness” of life,
as Rilke would
have it.
No want
is the greatest bliss.
It can be realized only by experience.
Even an emperor is no match
for a man with no
wants.
When
you’ve had your fill
of the flavors of the world and
know them intimately, then whatever
may happen, you are not terribly concerned.
When you understand human feelings
completely, then whatever
people may call you,
you just nod.
