The final flight make your last journey from this strange world soar for the heights where there is no more God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive.
We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!
Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
Behead yourself!... Dissolve your whole body into Vision: become seeing, seeing, seeing!
The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.
For those who realize that everything is from God, everything is the same.