Thank goodness there is no time in the Tao.  That which is bigger than God, and always full and empty, like Mother.  Out of the nothingness was born everything.

Thus speaking in the wind, as I do here every day, is infinitely meaningful–and without any use.  Or is it useless, but filled up with meaning?  In any case, it needs to empty every moment after it is full, or it is a useless bowl.

We are open air in a wide cup that dips in the clear cool brook and pours over ourselves.  Never really full and never really empty, breathing in grace, releasing laughter.

“Because the one I love lives inside of you, I lean as close to You as I can.”