This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.

The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.