If your knowledge of fire has been turned to certainty by words alone, then seek to be cooked by the fire itself. Don't abide in borrowed certainty. There is no real certainty until you burn; if you wish for this, sit down in the fire.

Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.

Love is an emotion. Totally silent and inexpressible with words.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.

Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support.

Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.