Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of What You Really Love. In The Depths There Is A Spring With All The Water Your Heart Is Thirsty For.

Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking. Live In Silence.

Why Should I Stay At The Bottom Of A Well, When A Strong Rope Is In My Hand?