Till Man Destroys "self" He Is No

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

What Is The Mirror Of Being? Non-being. Bring Non-being As Your Gift, If You Are Not A Fool.

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.