Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

Once we were particles of Light, now we are Beings of Light, radiating Love.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

There is some kiss we want with your whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling.

The love religion is all that is written here.

To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .