I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you into my heart. I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had, and lift you like a prayer to the sky.

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .

Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

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