The World Is Nothing But A Moment.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

If You Put On Shoes That Are Too Tight And Walk Out Across An Empty Plain, You Will Not Feel The Freedom Of The Place Unless You Take Off Your Shoes. Your Shoe-constriction Has You Confined. At Night Before Sleeping You Take Off The Tight Shoes, And Your Soul Releases Into A Place It Knows. Dreams Glide Deeper.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.

Study Me As Much As You Like, You Will Not Know Me, For I Differ In A Hundred Ways From What You See Me To Be. Put Yourself Behind My Eyes And See Me As I See Myself, For I Have Chosen To Dwell In A Place You Cannot See.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except In Your Mind. Its Presence Is More Beautiful Than The Stars With More Clarity Than The Polished Mirror Of Your Heart.