We were green: we ripened and grew golden. The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown. Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings. We started sober: are love's startled drunkards. You hide me in your cloak of nothingness Reflect my ghost in your glass of being I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream Where your eternity briefly trembles.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

Inside any deep asking is the answering.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.