I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself, and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.

Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

Be with those who help your being.

Set your sights on a place higher than your eyes can see.