Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.