Be Crumbled. So Wild Flowers Will Come

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.

I Have Put Duality Away. I Have Seen The Two Worlds Are One.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.

We Cannot Steal The Fire. We Must Enter It.

Give Up To Grace. The Ocean Takes Care Of Each Wave 'til It Gets To Shore. You Need More Help Than You Know.