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.
I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.
If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Whatever you know, or donโt - only Love is real.
Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.