I Was A Thorn Rushing To Be

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.

Passion And Desire Bind Your Heart. Remove The Locks. Become A Key, Become A Key . . .

I Looked In Temples Churches And Mosques. But I Found The Divine Within My Heart.

Allah Made The Illusion Look Real And The Real An Illusion. He Concealed The Sea And Made The Foam Visible, The Wind Invisible, And The Dust Manifest. You See The Dust Whirling, But How Can The Dust Rise By Itself? You See The Foam, But Not The Ocean. Invoke Him With Deeds, Not Words; For Deeds Are Real And Will Save You In The Infinite-life.

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Spring Water Or Take In The Sunset Like Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep On. This Love Is Beyond The Study Of Theology, That Old Trickery And Hypocrisy. If You Want To Improve Your Mind That Way, Sleep On. I've Given Up On My Brain. I've Torn The Cloth To Shreds And Thrown It Away. If You're Not Completely Naked, Wrap Your Beautiful Robe Of Words Around You, And Sleep On