Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.

The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

Carry the burden smilingly and cheerfully, because patience is the key to victory.

Be helpless, dumbfounded, Unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty. If we say we can, we’re lying. If we say No, we don’t see it, That No will behead us And shut tight our window onto spirit. So let us rather not be sure of anything, Beside ourselves, and only that, so Miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute, We shall be saying finally, With tremendous eloquence, Lead us. When we have totally surrendered to that beauty, We shall be a mighty kindness.

The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.

There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.