The Heart Is Cooking A Pot Of

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

The Heart Is The Secret Inside The Secret.

Creatures Are Cups. The Sciences And The Arts And All Branches Of Knowledge Are Inscriptions Around The Outside Of The Cups. When A Cup Shatters, The Writing Can No Longer Be Read. The Wine's The Thing! The Wine That's Held In The Mold Of These Physical Cups. Drink The Wine And Know What Lasts And What To Love. The Man Who Truly Asks Must Be Sure Of Two Things: One, That He's Mistaken In What He's Doing Or Thinking Now. And Two, That There Is A Wisdom He Doesn't Know Yet. Asking Is Half Of Knowing.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.