Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.
There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.
Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.
This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.
All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.