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

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

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.

The Lamps Are Different, But The Light Is The Same. One Matter, One Energy, One Light, One Light-mind, Endlessly Emanating All Things.

When You Seek Love With All Your Heart, You Shall Find Its Echoes In The Universe.