The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.

All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.