All your restlessness is out of your desire for stillness Just desire restlessly, then, love will fill and still you. All your unhealthiness is out of your desire for health, Just abandon health, then, even poison will heal you.

...one cannot lodge in if.

Poems are rough notations for the music we are.

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.

Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.

I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in You.

Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn't know what he's about to do!