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.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

In the silence of LOVE you will find the Spark of LIFE.

You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.