Forget Safety. Live Where You Fear To

Now Be Silent. Let The One Who Creates The Words Speak. He Made The Door. He Made The Lock. He Also Made The Key.

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

If You Are Wholly Perplexed And In Straits, Have Patience, For Patience Is The Key To Joy.

Out Beyond Ideas Of Wrongdoing And Rightdoing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There. When The Soul Lies Down In That Grass The World Is Too Full To Talk About.

I Said To The Night, "if You Are In Love With The Moon, It Is Because You Never Stay For Long." The Night Turned To Me And Said, "it Is Not My Fault. I Never See The Sun, How Can I Know That Love Is Endless?