I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.

Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance

The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.

Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.

Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.