Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains….
I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
Come out here where the roses have opened. Let soul and world meet.
I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is.
Don’t put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.
Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.
Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don’t mind that you’ve been given a dirty cup.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who’s there.
Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being. If not, leave this gathering.