Water In The Boat Is The Ruin

What The Sayer Of Praise Is Really Praising Is Himself, By Saying Implicitly, My Eyes Are Clear." Likewise, Someone Who Criticizes Is Criticizing Himself, Saying Implicitly, "i Can't See Very Well With My Eyes So Inflamed.

Without Love, All Worship Is A Burden, All Dancing Is A Chore, All Music Is Mere Noise.

In This Mob Of I's Inside, Which One Is Me? Hear Me Out. I Know I'm Wandering, But Don't Start Putting A Lid On This Racket. No Telling What I'll Do Then. Every Moment I'm Thrown By Your Story. One Moment It's Happy, And I'm Singing. One Moment It's Sad, And I'm Weeping. It Turns Bitter, And I Pull Away. But Then You Spill A Little Grace, And Just Like That, I'm All Light. It's Not So Bad, This Arrangement, Actually.

The Lamps Are Different, But The Light Is The Same. One Matter, One Energy, One Light, One Light-mind, Endlessly Emanating All Things.

What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That, When Spring Arrives, It Should Not Be Annihilated For A Tree To Arrive.