Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.

I look into your eyes & see the universe not yet born.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

Don't grieve for what doesn't come. Some things that don't happen keep disasters from happening.

You have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely.

Do you hear what the music is saying? 'Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.'