“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.”

“Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.”

“You have been walking the ocean's edge,holding up your robes to keep them dry.You must dive naked under and deeper under,a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes.Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that?Do not put blankets over the drum.Open completely.”

“Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave 'til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.”

“If you are seeking, seek us with joyFor we live in the kingdom of joy.Do not give your heart to anything elseBut to the love of those who are clear joy,Do not stray into the neighborhood of despair.For there are hopes: they are real, they exist –Do not go in the direction of darkness –I tell you: suns exist.”

“THIS TORTUREWhy should we tell you our love storieswhen you spill them together like blood in the dirt?Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor,or a fire we can’t see,but how does saying thatpush us through the top of the head intothe light above the head?Love is notan iron pot, so this boiling energywon’t help.Soul, heart, self.Beyond and within thoseis one saying,How long before I’m free of this torture!”

“Don’t wait any longer.Dive in the ocean,Leave and let the sea be you.”