9.21 He sits with you, by the nighttime river, and sings these tales over the babble of the rushing waters.
9.3 If, when you hear these singing tales, you become curious, or secret your feelings, it means you feel desire. And if you deny yourself, perhaps then you have handed down a hard line of austerity unto your mind, and, therefore, have suffered.
9.31 If, however, the river flows in you, perhaps you have forgotten everything already…
9.312 But the river is a riddle, and a paradox…for the defiled and damned have no greater desire than to ride its current, to rise and fall on the curve of a wave, to dissolve in the speeding waters…just as the enlightened are dissolved, and sparkle like the daylight which dances on the turbulence of rapids…
9.32 Here, on the river, now, the dancing of the lights is beautiful, and yet, on the instant, it is nothing…for it is neither the sun itself nor is it the river.
9.4 Feel no guilt for this pleasure of the eyes! When words dance on irises like the glittering of the lights!
9.41 Yes, fill yourself with with desire…then, when the sun sinks below the touch of skin, converse in the languages you know. Sing, dance, and rejoice in your heartbeat and your breath; rejoice that your skin retains the warmth of the day you set to pass, as you watch the sky go slowly out…
9.5 And know, that if you have danced, you have transmuted the contents of your feelings; you have signed the language of desire.
9.51 And know, that if you have sung, you have transmuted the contents of your feelings; you have spoken the language of desire.
9.52 Sing, and dance, and let sing your heart…and know that we are conversant in these tongues, and that these tongues are rooted in the darkest, deepest well.
9.521 We drink the waters of the well, and watch the waters of the river, and feel them flow free within us.
9.53 We know we want to ride the river…to feel ourselves drunken on the thrill-ride of our ignoble experience.
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