Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.

Sometimes the shadow stays next to the Light. Sometimes it disappears into the Light

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.