A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth.
A courageous man went and rescued the bear.There are such helpers in the world, who rush to saveanyone who cries out. Like Mercy itself,they run toward the screaming.
And they can't be bought off.If you were to ask one of those, "Why did you comeso quickly?" he or she would say, "Because I heardyour helplessness."
Where lowland is,that's where water goes. All medicine wantsis pain to cure.
And don't just ask for one mercy.Let them flood in. Let the sky open under your feet.Take the cotton out of your ears, the cottonof consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music.
Push the hair out of your eyes.Blow the phlegm from your nose,and from your brain.
Let the wind breeze through.Leave no residue in yourself from that bilious fever.Take the cure for impotence,that your manhood may shoot forth,and a hundred new beings come of your coming.
Tear the binding from around the footof your soul, and let it race around the trackin front of the crowd. Loosen the knot of greedso tight on your neck. Accept your new good luck.
Give your weaknessto one who helps.
Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.A nursing mother, all she doesis wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper,and she's there.
God created the child, that is your wanting,so that it might cry out, so that milk might come.
Cry out! Don't be stolid and silentwith your pain. Lament! And let the milkof loving flow into you.
The hard rain and windare ways the cloud hasto take care of us.
Be patient.Respond to every callthat excites your spirit.
Ignore those that make you fearfuland sad, that degrade youback toward disease and death.