A man or a woman is said to be absorbed when the water has total control of him, and he no control of the water. A swimmer moves around willfully. An absorbed being has no will but the water's going. Any word or act is not really personal, but the way the water has of speaking or doing. As when you hear a voice coming out of a wall, and you know that it's not the wall talking, but someone inside, or perhaps someone outside echoing off the wall. Saints are like that. They've achieved the condition of a wall, or a door.

people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain

Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.