Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love.
Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.
Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.
I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.
Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched.
You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.