In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.

People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.