THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we can’t see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy won’t help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before I’m free of this torture!

Know mankind well, don't degrade every man as evil, and don't exalt every man thinking he is good. He who cannot discover himself; cannot discover the world.

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

Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.

Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic

We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat!

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.