The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Be suspicious of what you want.

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.

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

Stay with friends who support you in these. Talk with them about sacred texts, and how you are doing, and how they are doing, and keep your practices together.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Intelligence is the shadow of objective truth. How can the shadow vie with sunshine?