Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.
How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
Ignorance is God’s prison. Knowing is God’s palace.
This world’s existence is one night long. There’s a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light.
Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.
Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.