Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.
And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.
We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.
Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.