Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.