I Used To Read The Myths Of

I Sail With You On The Ocean Of My Dreams To A Far Away Distant Place Of Great Beauty And Tranquility. Where Suffering And Pain Do Not Exist, Where We Give Praises For Our Joy And Happiness, Where Our Love Interwines With Love For All Things.

There Are Many Winds Full Of Anger, And Lust And Greed. They Move The Rubbish Around, But The Solid Mountain Of Our True Nature Stays Where It's Always Been.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

Every Object And Being In The Universe Is A Jar Overflowing With Wisdom And Beauty,a Drop Of The Tigris That Cannot Be Contained By Any Skin. Every Jarful Spills And Makes The Earth More Shining, As Though Covered In Satin... Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It. It Will Turn To Gold. Resurrection Will Be Now. Every Moment, A New Beauty.

Fish Love The Ocean. Snakes Move Like Earth-fish Inside A Mountain,well Away From Seawater. Certain Sunfish,though,turn Snakes Into Ocean Lovers.