You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts and let them light our path to love.

Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.

Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.

I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.