All Religions. All This Singing. One Song.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers Whatever Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That?

Stay With Friends Who Support You In These. Talk With Them About Sacred Texts, And How You Are Doing, And How They Are Doing, And Keep Your Practices Together.