If you're tired of spinning: anchor. If you're tired of being pulled into dark waters of suffering: stop biting honey-covered hooks.

The old instruction still stands: Be full-of-care what you cast your eyes upon. Ignore that which does not help you or the world to bloom.

Who's keeping score? Fade over the horizon, anonymous!

It matters not if others realize you were really the rain falling on their parched and thirsty fields.

I know the camel driver constantly hit you with sharp words when you were young, but he has moved on, and now you are the one with the whip in your hand.

When you are part of the caravan of crazy clouds you start to become a little less domesticated and a little more like wild mountain weather.

When you get too much of the world on you that which is natural in you starts to struggle.

Space-time is an illusion. So is the notion of finite bodies. It's why, whenever I see you, I ask: 'How's your world?'......because I know we carry infinite worlds inside of us and in one of them, a great spinning star-flung song is trying to wake us up again to the Great Alliance that binds us.

And maybe, just maybe, you'll see yourself now through your childhood eyes and you'll stand forgiven and realize...the magic you had then never left you; you just forgot how to listen.