I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood,

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Colour. Do It Now.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking. Live In Silence.

Out Beyond Ideas Of Wrongdoing And Rightdoing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There. When The Soul Lies Down In That Grass The World Is Too Full To Talk About.