Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Weep like the waterwheel, that green herbs may spring up from the courtyard of your soul. If you wish for tears, have mercy on one who sheds tears; if you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.

Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.

Such a strong thing LOVE, changes everything.

The lion is most handsome when looking for food.