Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back

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.

Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul.

Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now We Are Beings Of Light, Radiating Love.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.

Poetry Can Be Dangerous, Especially Beautiful Poetry, Because It Gives The Illusion Of Having Had The Experience Without Actually Going Through It.