We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering

There Is A Void In Your Soul, Ready To Be Filled. You Feel It, Don't You? You Feel The Separation From The Beloved. Invite Him To Fill You Up, Embrace The Fire.

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

You Have Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper. Love Flows Down. The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers What Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That? Do Not Put Blankets Over The Drum. Open Completely.

I Came To This Earth So That I Could Find My Way Back To My Beloved.