A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden’s beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be…

This being human is a guest house.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

When it’s cold and raining

We come whirling out of nothingness