Wash the dust from your SOUl and HEART with wisdom's WATER.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.