Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us,

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

If Your Knowledge Of Fire Has Been Turned To Certainty By Words Alone, Then Seek To Be Cooked By The Fire Itself. Don't Abide In Borrowed Certainty. There Is No Real Certainty Until You Burn; If You Wish For This, Sit Down In The Fire.

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

Sell Your Presence And Purchase Bewilderment.