My Head Is Bursting With The Joy

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

When You Eventually See Through The Veils To How Things Really Are, You Will Keep Saying Again And Again, This Is Certainly Not Like We Thought It Was.

You Must Ask For What You Really Want.

Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind Silence. Stay There Until You See You're Looking At The Light With Infinite Eyes.

I Am Iron Resisting The Most Enormous Magnet There Is.