Know Then That The Body Is Merely

What Is The Heart? A Flower Opening.

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.