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

When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

You transform all those who are touched by You.

When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.

Only love itself can explain love and lovers.