What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

We are born of love. Love is our mother.

Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.

Deep in the HEART every mystery of spirit is hidden.

The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.

Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.