“All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.”

“Be quiet now and wait.It may be that the ocean one,the one we desire so to move into and become,desires us out here on land a little longer,going our sundry roads to the shore.”

“For without you, I swear, the townHas become like a prison to me.Distraction and the mountainAnd the desert, all I desire.”

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

“You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.”

“God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.Each note is a need coming through one of us,a passion, a longing pain.Remember the lipswhere the wind-breath originated,and let your note be clear.Don't try to end it.Be your note.”

“You're water. We're the millstone.You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes.You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity.We're the language that tries to say it.You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.”