You transform all those who are touched by You.

There is a Soul within the Soul. Seek it out. There is a Treasure in your mountain. Seek it Out. A mystic in motion, if that's what you are, don't seek out there; seek inside.

Kill the cow of your ego as quickly as you can, so that your inner spirit can come to life and attain true awareness.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?

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