Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

The body itself is to reveal the light that's blazing inside your Presence.

The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.