The Soul Is Here For Its Own

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.

Whoever's Calm And Sensible Is Insane!

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

There's Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness.