You Think Because You Understand 'one' You

In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

Humankind Is Being Led Along An Evolving Course, Through This Migration Of Intelligences, And Though We Seem To Be Sleeping, There Is An Inner Wakefulness That Directs The Dream, And That Will Eventually Startle Us Back To The Truth.

My Lips Got Lost On The Way To The Kiss - That's How Drunk I Was.