You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.

You've 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!

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

Dive Today From The Cliff Of What You Know Into What You Can't Know.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.