In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.

He has afflicted you from every direction in order to pull you back to the directionless.

The soul lives there in the silent breath.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.