Idle man, chases after fairy tales.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

Creatures are cups. The sciences and the arts and all branches of knowledge are inscriptions around the outside of the cups. When a cup shatters, the writing can no longer be read. The wine's the thing! The wine that's held in the mold of these physical cups. Drink the wine and know what lasts and what to love. The man who truly asks must be sure of two things: One, that he's mistaken in what he's doing or thinking now. And two, that there is a wisdom he doesn't know yet. Asking is half of knowing.

Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances