Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I

Shine Like The Whole Universe Is Yours.

That Moon Which The Sky Never Saw Even In Dreams Has Risen Again

Look At These Worlds Spinning Out Of Nothingness. That Is Within Your Power.

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.