You must love no-thingness,

You must flee something,

You must remain alone,

And go to nobody.

You must be very active

And free of all things.

You must deliver the captives

And force those who are free.

You must comfort the sick

And yet have nothing yourself.

You must drink the water of suffering

And light the fire of Love with the wood of the virtues.

Thus you live in the true desert.

Auteur: Jessica Shirvington