Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know And what you own is what you do not own And where you are is where you are not.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought.

The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.