Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
This silence, this moment, every moment, If it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need.
I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.
You have been hiding so long aimlessly drifting in the sea of my love Even so You have always been connected to me Connected, revealed in the known in the unmanifest I am life itself
Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.
Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.