Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.

I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .