Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

You are a volume in the divine book A mirror to the power that created the universe Whatever you want, ask it of yourself Whatever you’re looking for can only be found Inside of you

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.