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.

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

The illuminated life can happen now, in the moments left. Die to your ego, and become a True Human Being.

If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.

You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion