The Angel Is Free Because Of His

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

You Knock At The Door Of Reality. You Shake Your Thought Wings, Loosen Your Shoulders, And Open.

I Never Really Cared For The Things Of This World. It Was The Glow Of Your Presence That Filled It With Beauty.

My Place Is The Placeless, My Trace Is The Traceless ; 'tis Neither Body Nor Soul, For I Belong To The Soul Of The Beloved. I Have Put Duality Away, I Have Seen That The Two Worlds Are One; One I Seek, One I Know, One I See, One I Call.

Be Kind And Honest, And Harmful Poisons Will Turn Sweet Inside You.