If you put on shoes that are too tight and walk out across an empty plain, you will not feel the freedom of the place unless you take off your shoes. Your shoe-constriction has you confined. At night before sleeping you take off the tight shoes, and your soul releases into a place it knows. Dreams glide deeper.

Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.

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.

For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.

What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?

The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.