Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.

You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love

O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.... When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should.

What you're seeking is seeking you.