Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.
Then outwardly you are the small universe! Then inwardly you are the great universe.
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.
Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.
The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand.