Journey From The Self To The Self

‎dancing Is Not Just Getting Up Painlessly, Like A Leaf Blown On The Wind; Dancing Is When You Tear Your Heart Out And Rise Out Of Your Body To Hang Suspended Between The Worlds.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All – Worlds Dissolve Into Your Stainless Endless Radiance, Frail Living Leaves Burn With Your Brighter Than Cold Stares – Make Me Your Servant, Your Breath, Your Core.

Are You Searching For The River Of Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Prison. Leave The Stream And Join The River That Flows Into The Ocean.

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.