The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

Love, the life-giving garden of this world.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

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.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.