It's Your Road & Yours Alone. Others

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

You Do Not See Clearly The Evil In Yourself, Else You Would Hate Yourself With All Your Soul. Like The Lion Who Sprang At His Image In The Water, You Are Only Hurting Yourself, O Foolish Man. When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

If The Wine Drinker Has A Deep Gentleness In Him, He Will Show That When Drunk. But If He Has Hidden Anger And Arrogance, Those Appear.

Listen To The Unstruck Sounds, And What Sifts Through That Music.