its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can’t know
by reasoning.
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I was dead, then alive.
The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.You don’t belong in this house.’I went wild and had to be tied up.He said, ‘Still not wild enoughto stay with us!’I broke through another layerinto joyfulness.He said, ‘Its not enough.’I died.
O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
stainless endless radiance,Frail living leaves burn with your brighterthan cold stares –Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
Let go of your worries
like the face of a mirrorthat contains no images.If you want a clear mirror,behold yourselfand see the shameless truth,which the mirror reflects.If metal can be polishedto a mirror-like finish,what polishing might the mirrorof the heart require?Between the mirror and the heartis this single difference:the heart conceals secrets,while the mirror does not.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
When the soul lies down in that grass,the world is too full to talk about.Ideas, language, even the phrase each otherdoesn’t make any sense
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