Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

The world is nothing but a moment.

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

You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.