In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
Heart be brave. If you cannot be brave, just go. Love's glory is not a small thing.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.
And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.