While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

Shut your eyes so the heart may become your eye, and with that vision look upon another world. If you can step away from your need for self-approval, all that you do, top to bottom, will be approved.

For those who realize that everything is from God, everything is the same.

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.