“I am amazed at the seeker of purityWhen time for polishing comesComplaints of harsh treatmentLove is a lawsuitWithout evidence, you will not winMy son, when one beats the rug The beating is not intended against the rugBut against the dust inside the rugMy son, that harsh treatmentIs not intended against youBut against the ill qualities inside you”
“You have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely.”
“I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more”
