Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

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