No mirror ever became iron again;
No bread ever became wheat;
No ripened grape ever became sour fruit.
Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse.
Become the light.

All are waves on the same, one ocean, composed, as ocean water is, of the same substance: Spirit.  Some of the waves are higher then others.  Some waves don't even want to distance themselves from the ocean.  All waves, no matter how high, are in essence one and the same.  The difference between the Guru and the disciples, then, lies only in their respective closeness to the ocean: in how conscious each one is of his essential reality.  The greater the sense of ego, the taller the wave, and the greater, in consequence, the ignorance.  The greater one's awareness of the ocean as one's soul reality, the smaller the wave, and also the less his sense of having a separate individuality.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

"And we: spectators, always, everywhere, looking at everything, and never from!...Who's turned us around like this, so that whatever we do, we always have the look of someone going away? Just as a man on the last hill showing him his whole valley one last time, turns, and stops, and lingers -so we live, and are forever leaving.