Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.
Appear as you are, or be as you appear.
Judge the moth by the beauty of the candle
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.