Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind

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.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

World Power Means Nothing. Only The Unsayable, Jeweled Inner Life Matters.

You Are Not Your Body; You Are The Eye. When You See The Spirit, You Are Free Of The Body. A Human Being Is An Eye – The Rest Is Just Flesh And Bones. Whatever Your Eye Sees, You Are That.

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.