You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.

I am pure light, not just a fistful of clay. The shell is not me, I came as the royal pearl within. Look at me not with outward eye but with inward vision of the heart; Follow me there and see how unencumbered we become.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

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

Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I.

Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.

Humble living does not diminish. It fills. Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.