Why stay so long where your words are scattered and doing no good. I've sent a letter a day for a hundred days. Either you don't read the mail, or you've forgotten how to leave.
Let the letter read you. Come back. No one understands who you are in that prison for the stonefaced. You've escaped, but still you sit there like a falcon on the window ledge. You are both water and stream, but you think you need something to drink like a lion or a deer. How far is it? How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of the candy from the lips? Every second you give away light. We accept. We like this market. Your love is a sweet poison we ear from your hand to dissolve and drain away the ego life now spraying this fountain from us.