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This night will pass. Then we have work
My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I’m with.
If you’re not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river. How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.
Look as long as you can at the friend you love, no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back toward you.
Eyesight is in conflict with inner knowing.
An intellectual doesn’t know what the drunk is feeling!
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That’s how I hold your voice.
When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them.
We emerged into plant life and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again. That’s how a young person turns toward a teacher. That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
No one looks for stars when the sun’s out. A person blended into God does not disappear. He, or she, is just completely soaked in God’s qualities.
Tie together all human intellects. They won’t stretch to here.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this?
