Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.

Our purpose here on earth: to manifest the very nature of our spirit, which is touched by the spirit of God.

The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.