Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity.

Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing? That For One Breath Or Half-breath I Belong To Myself? As Much As A Pen Knows What It's Writing, Or The Ball Can Guess Where It's Going Next.

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.

Now Even The Heavens Are Thankful That Because Of Love I Have Become The Giver Of Light.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.

Revile Those Who Flatter You.