We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

Then outwardly you are the small universe! Then inwardly you are the great universe.

In real existence there is only unity.

What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.

The mind says there is nothing beyond the physical world; the HEART says there is, and I've been there many times.

Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in the sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep on. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep on