Through love, all pain will turn to medicine.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
Look past your thoughts, so you may drink the pure nectar of This Moment.
The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.
Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.
I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.