You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?
Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.
Open the window of your heart and let the Spirit speak
You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
If your knowledge of fire has been turned to certainty by words alone, then seek to be cooked by the fire itself. Don't abide in borrowed certainty. There is no real certainty until you burn; if you wish for this, sit down in the fire.