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Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

To A Frog That's Never Left His Pond, The Ocean Seems Like A Gamble. Look What He's Giving Up: Security, Mastery Of His World, Recognition! The Ocean Frog Just Shakes His Head. "i Can't Explain Where I Live, But Someday I'll Take You There."

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

There Is A Soul Within The Soul. Seek It Out. There Is A Treasure In Your Mountain. Seek It Out. A Mystic In Motion, If That's What You Are, Don't Seek Out There; Seek Inside.