There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.

If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.

The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.

Appear as you are, or be as you appear.