Be An Empty Page, Untouched By Words.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

Beauty Surrounds Us.

Keep On Knocking 'til The Joy Inside Opens A Window Look To See Who's There

Don't Try To Steer The Boat. Don't Open Shop For Yourself. Listen. Keep Silent. You Are Not God's Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear, And If You Do Speak, Ask For Explanations.

A Man Or A Woman Is Said To Be Absorbed When The Water Has Total Control Of Him, And He No Control Of The Water. A Swimmer Moves Around Willfully. An Absorbed Being Has No Will But The Water's Going. Any Word Or Act Is Not Really Personal, But The Way The Water Has Of Speaking Or Doing. As When You Hear A Voice Coming Out Of A Wall, And You Know That It's Not The Wall Talking, But Someone Inside, Or Perhaps Someone Outside Echoing Off The Wall. Saints Are Like That. They've Achieved The Condition Of A Wall, Or A Door.