The sea will be the sea, whatever the drop's philosophy...
Do you ever say you don’t know?
Does it ever occur to you to say to yourself, ‘Really, I don’t know about this,’ and remain there?
‘I don’t know’ – not trying to find an answer. To find an answer can only be verbal.
Somebody tells you what to do, and you say, ‘Well, that may be.’ It is still verbal; it’s not yours.
So why can’t we be very simple about this matter, which is, ‘I really don’t know’?
Can you honestly say that?
From Public Discussion 6, Saanen, 9 August 1964
Come...come sip the wine from the fountain of life....
How do I open the treasure chest of the heart
to entice you to dive into your own...
coaxing you to tumble down the vortex of love
like Alice falling into the metaphors of wonderland...
enticing you to breathe the fragrance in the mystical garden
of the sweetest sanctuary of belovedness...
hearing the sweet cries of the nightingale
bewitched by the shimmering dew on the wild roses...
i stumble and fall into the spring of eternal youth
and meet the sound of laughter within my own heart...
come and play in the beauty letting the fireflies light the way
through the unknown creativity in your soul...
step out of your dreams into the enchanting stars
where the mystics sing and the free ones dance...
the pure spring of joy bubbles from the earth
waiting for you to sip the sparkling wine of love...
