If You Yearn For Holy Felicity, Shed

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.

Ignore Those That Make You Fearful And Sad, That Degrade You Back Towards Disease And Death.

Through Your Love Existence And Nonexistence Merge. All Opposites Unite. All That Is Profane Becomes Sacred Again.