I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is

The Lovers Of God Have No Religion But God Alone.

Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Although You Appear In Earthly Form Your Essence Is Pure Consciousness. You Are The Fearless Guardian Of Divine Light.

The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece Of A Piece Of Straw Blown Off Into Emptiness.

A Strange Passion Is Moving In My Head My Heart Has Become A Bird Which Searches In The Sky. Every Part Of Me Goes In Different Directions. Is It Really So That The One I Love Is Everywhere?