Be Melting Snow. Wash Yourself Of Yourself.

Humankind Is Being Led Along An Evolving Course, Through This Migration Of Intelligences, And Though We Seem To Be Sleeping, There Is An Inner Wakefulness That Directs The Dream, And That Will Eventually Startle Us Back To The Truth.

Light The Incense! You Have To Burn To Be Fragrant.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.

Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones Within Your Spirit; Don't Give Your Heart To Anything, But The Love Of Those Whose Hearts Are Glad.

One Day You Will Take Me Completely Out Of Myself, I'll Do What The Angels Cannot Do. Your Eyelash Will Write On My Cheek The Poem That Hasn't Been Thought Of.