“My dear,Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a batteringRamRunning all through the city,Shouting so madly inside and outAbout the ten thousand thingsThat do not matter?”

“In many parts of this world water isScarce and precious.People sometimes have to walk A great distanceThen carry heavy jugs upon theirHeads.Because of our wisdom, we will travelFar for love.All movement is a sign of Thirst.Most speaking really says "I am hungry to know you."Every desire of your body is holy;Every desire of your body isHoly.Dear one,Why wait until you are dyingTo discover that divineTruth?”

“Here soarNot with wingsBut with your moving hands and feetAnd sweating brows - Standing by your Beloved's sideReaching out to comfort this worldWith your cup of solaceDrawn from your vast reservoir of truth.”

“I caught the happy virus last nightWhen I was out singing beneath the stars.It is remarkably contagious - So kiss me.”

“You have taken root in the Beloved.I love your golden branchesAnd the hundred graceful movementsYour body now makes each timeThe wind, children and love come near.”

“For a day, just for one day,Talk about that which disturbs no oneAnd bring some peace into yourBeautiful eyes.”

“Not loving is a letting go.Listen,The terrain around hereIsFar tooDangerousFor That.”