If All You Can Do

Every Moment, The Sunlight Is Totally Empty And Totally Full.

Creatures Are Cups. The Sciences And The Arts And All Branches Of Knowledge Are Inscriptions Around The Outside Of The Cups. When A Cup Shatters, The Writing Can No Longer Be Read. The Wine's The Thing! The Wine That's Held In The Mold Of These Physical Cups. Drink The Wine And Know What Lasts And What To Love. The Man Who Truly Asks Must Be Sure Of Two Things: One, That He's Mistaken In What He's Doing Or Thinking Now. And Two, That There Is A Wisdom He Doesn't Know Yet. Asking Is Half Of Knowing.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

Love Is Reckless; Not Reason. Reason Seeks A Profit. Loves Comes On Strong, Consuming Herself Unabashed. Yet In The Midst Of Suffering Love Proceeds Like A Millstone, Hard Surfaced And Straight Forward. Having Died To Self Interest, She Risks Everything And Asks For Nothing. Love Gambles Away Every Gift God Bestows. Without Cause God Gave Us Being; Without Cause Give It Back Again. Gambling Yourself Away Is Beyond Any Religion. Religion Seeks Grace And Favor, But Those Who Gamble These Away Are God's Favorites, For They Neither Put God To The Test Nor Knock At The Door Of Gain And Loss.

Search, No Matter What Situation You Are In. O Thirsty One, Search For Water Constantly. Finally, The Time Will Come When You Will Reach The Spring.