Listen To The Sound Of Waves Within

Roar, Lion Of The Heart, And Tear Me Open!

A Pure Heart, Open To The Light, Will Be Filled With The Elixir Of Truth.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?

You Were Born With Potential. You Were Born With Goodness And Trust. You Were Born With Ideals And Dreams. You Were Born With Greatness. You Were Born With Wings. You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.