I Went Inside My Heart To See

Your Legs Will Get Heavy And Tired. Then Comes A Moment Of Feeling The Wings You've Grown, Lifting.

Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice That Will Say, "be More Silent." As That Happens, Your Soul Starts To Revive.

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.