The Cure For Pain Is In The

To Love Is To Be God. Never Will A Lover's Chest Feel Any Sorrow. Never Will A Lover's Robe Be Touched By Mortals. Never Will A Lover's Body Be Found Buried In The Earth. To Love Is To Be God.

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

Let Yourself Be Loved, O Beloved, In The One. And From This One Move Out Into The World, Carrying Within You The Great Potent Energies Of Life To Green Your World, To Create Planets, Suns, Stars, Stones, Waves, Oceans, To Create New Forms Of Life And Expression - Whether A Friendship, A Feeling Or A New Form Of Vocation.

These Pains You Feel Are Messengers. Listen To Them.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.