Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

I am your moon and your moonlight too I am your flower garden and your water too I have come all this way, eager for you Without shoes or shawl I want you to laugh To kill all your worries To love you To nourish you.

Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.

Seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.

The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.