“Sit, be still, and listen,because you're drunkand we're atthe edge of the roof.”

“There are no edges to my loving now.”

“You are sitting here with us,but you are also out walking in a field at dawn.You are yourself the animal we huntwhen you come with us on the hunt.You are in your bodylike a plant is solid in the ground,yet you are wind.You are the diver's clotheslying empty on the beach.You are the fish.In the ocean are many bright strandsand many dark strands like veins that are seenwhen a wing is lifted up.Your hidden self is blood in those,those veins that are lute stringsthat make ocean music,not the sad edge of surf,but the sound of no shore.”

“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”

“Let go of your mind and then be mindful.Close your ears and listen!”

“At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.”

“When you are with everyone but me,you're with no one.When you are with no one but me, you're with everyone.Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone. When youbecome that many, you're nothing. Empty.”