No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To

You Knock At The Door Of Reality. You Shake Your Thought Wings, Loosen Your Shoulders, And Open.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven. Are You Aware That Its Purity And Swiftness Is The Envy Of Angels And Its Courage Keeps Even Devils Away.

What Is The Heart? A Flower Opening.

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.