To Change, You Must Face The Dragon

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

Soul Receives From Soul That Knowledge, Therefore Not By Book Nor From Tongue. If Knowledge Of Mysteries Come After Emptiness Of Mind, That Is Illumination Of Heart.