Something opens our wings. Something
makes boredom and hurt disappear. 
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.


Inside wisdom, a bright-flowing, analytic power.
Inside love, a friend.
One a psychic source, the other plain water.

Walk out into the indications
of where you must go.



Christ is the population of the world,
and every object as well. There is no room
for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing
when sweet water is everywhere?



My ego is stubborn, often drunk, impolite.
My loving: Finely sensitive, impatient, confused.
Please take messages from one to the other,
reply and counter-reply.