Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.

Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.

You have been hiding so long aimlessly drifting in the sea of my love Even so You have always been connected to me Connected, revealed in the known in the unmanifest I am life itself

In this life many demolitions are actually renovations.

Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.

Every leaf that grows will tell you: what you sow will bear fruit, so if you have any sense my friend, don't plant anything but Love.