Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another

Kill The Cow Of Your Ego As Quickly As You Can, So That Your Inner Spirit Can Come To Life And Attain True Awareness.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

The One Who Has A Good Friend Doesn't Need Any Mirror.

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of What You Really Love. In The Depths There Is A Spring With All The Water Your Heart Is Thirsty For.