When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Don't complain about autumn. Walk with grief like a good friend. Listen to what he says. Sometimes the cold and dark of a cave give the opening we most want.

Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love. It will not lead you astray.

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.