Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

Give Your Weakness To One Who Helps.

Today, Like Every Other Day, We Wake Up Empty And Frightened. Don't Open The Door To The Study And Begin Reading. Take Down The Dulcimer. Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do. There Are Hundreds Of Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground.

Let The Beauty Of What You Love Be What You Do.

Your Earthly Lover Can Be Charming And Coquettish But Never Very Faithful. The True Lover Is The One Who On Your Final Day Opens A Thousand Doors.

You Have Escaped The Cage. Your Wings Are Stretched Out. Now Fly.