We Are As Pieces Of

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

When Love Is Not Accepted Move On; When Love Is Not Appreciated Walk Away; Hopefully Time Will Teach What Real, True Love Is.

The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers Whatever Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That?

You've Gotten Drunk On So Many Kinds Of Wine. Taste This. It Won't Make You Wild. It's Fire. Give Up, If You Don't Understand By This Time That Your Living Is Firewood.

The Water Has A Water That Is Driving It; The Spirit Has A Spirit That Is Calling It.