This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.

Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .

Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.

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.

We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.