Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

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.

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.

Look at these worlds spinning out of nothingness. That is within your power.

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.