The Body Is A Device To Calculate

There Is No Worse Torture Than Knowing Intellectually About Love And The Way.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All – Worlds Dissolve Into Your Stainless Endless Radiance, Frail Living Leaves Burn With Your Brighter Than Cold Stares – Make Me Your Servant, Your Breath, Your Core.

The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece Of A Piece Of Straw Blown Off Into Emptiness.