Come, Even If You Have Broken Your

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted

All People On The Planet Are Children, Except For A Very Few. No One Is Grown Up Except Those Free Of Desire.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

Let Silence Take You To The Core Of Life.